Baseboard

One rainy Tuesday, Arthur found himself eye-level with the molding while searching for a lost hearing aid battery. He noticed a small, jagged scar on the corner near the kitchen. He remembered it immediately: 1989. His son, Leo, had tried to navigate the turn on a skateboard. The resulting "crack" had been half-wood, half-bone, leading to a long night in the emergency room.

Arthur finally found the battery wedged against a in the corner. He smiled, remembering how he’d practiced that specific cut with a coping saw until his hands cramped, desperate for a "tighter than a nun's butt hole" fit. baseboard

Arthur had lived in his house for forty years, but he only truly "saw" the baseboards when his knees started to fail him. One rainy Tuesday, Arthur found himself eye-level with