a clean kitchen

Jack kept stepping on something as he walked barefoot across his kitchen floor.  Normally he would have brushed the offending particles off his foot and carried on without giving them a second thought, “But I just cleaned the blasted floor.”  His words echoed back to him off the otherwise spotless kitchen surfaces.

He ran right his hand across his foot to feel the item that had dared to trespass upon his clean tiles, found the culprit and dumped it into the palm of his left hand.  The object was tiny and he had to bring it nearly to his eye to see what it was.  “It looks like a pebble.”

Carefully he pinched it between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and deposited it safely into the waste basket.  He took another step and, “Confound-it, what have I stepped on now?”  He repeated the retrieval process and once again found what appeared to be a pebble.  Frustrated and at a loss for words he went to  grab the broom and dust bin from where he had just stowed them away out of sight.

Lilly witnessed all of this from her hiding spot below the kitchen counter.  She had dropped the two pills she had been carrying from the doctor’s office under the fridge to her home under the sink in her rush to get across the floor before the giant came back.  There would be hell to pay for her error when she returned home, she just fervently had to hope that her little sister, Rosemary, could hang on while she waited for another opportunity to race back to the doctor’s and replenish her supply.  She could hear the giant returning though and knew she would have to wait awhile longer.

If Jack had known that the “pebbles” were actually tiny pills for the miniscule people who lived in his kitchen he would have been mortified and probably would have called an exterminator.

Jack was kind of a jerk like that.

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Word Count: 333

This is my response to this week’s InMon Writing Challenge:

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The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:

FUTURE MEMORIES
THERE’S A CATCH
NEVER EAT SOGGY WAFFLES
LEFT TO CONQUER
TINY PILLS

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14 thoughts on “a clean kitchen

  1. Brilliant! And spookily, chimes with a story that is floating around following a question or two that popped into my head: What if there were another family who live in the space under my kitchen counters? And what if they think I am the interloper?

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