I have a major cybercrush on Chuck Wendig at terribleminds (shhh - don't tell) and I took his Friday Flash Fiction challenge. One story in three sentences. Here's mine.
“A place for everything,” she croaked, lurching to her feet in a swirl of cat and hair. Brushing the crumbs from her chin and clutching the new treasure, she made her way down the narrow path, straightening the newest tower of phone books and tucking stray receipts back into bundles until she reached the bread boxes. “This is your place,” she whispered, nestling the tender crust in amongst its hard and moldy brothers.
Clearly influenced by my fall cleaning, though (despite what my husband thinks) I am not a hoarder.
So back to my Friday clean-a-thon. On a final note, here are some things I found in my office today: 3 lost earrings, one wolf's ear, a foam pear, a beaded purse, a mammogram bill, and five pairs of sunglasses.
This is not fiction.
I am not a hoarder.
|Not as much fun as this guy's having.|