"What does this cubicle have to do with my job evaluation?" Phyllis asked.
Marcus smiled inscruitably. "Testing your attention quotient. Notice anything amiss?"
"Let's see." She pointed out the chair's torn cushion, the computer's missing escape key, the lamp's burnt-out bulb. Her Gift revealed more. Fraying wires concealed behind outlet covers. Moldy insulation under ceiling tiles. Things Marcus never could've seen.
"Why don't you look a bit harder?" he said. "Small things matter."
Phyllis stared at him. The spot nestled behind his left eye, a mere pinprick last week, now appeared pea-sized.
"Of course," she said.
Small Things Matter by I Saw Lightning Fall
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