Kitchen forensics
Her resolve faltered as she reached the kitchen door. It would be huge and offensive. It would require a delicate touch. It would be hers to deal with – yuk!
As she approached, an advance scouting party of flies lifted off and dispersed itself across less appetising surfaces to wait, she imagined, for the all-clear. Well, not for a while and not here she told them. She regarded the agglutinated mass forensically, put on gloves and aimed a squirt of surfactant at the festering heap. Then, dissecting out two small bones and a piece of cartilage, she wondered for the nth time how come last night’s washing up was always her job.
(c) suzanne conboy-hill 2012
May 16th, 2012 at 18:06
ewwww, that was so well written, that I am feeling a bit sick…and very relieved that I do not cook very often nor have icky dishes to clean
May 16th, 2012 at 18:23
The delights of shared student accommodation!
May 16th, 2012 at 18:42
I never experienced the horror…phew
May 16th, 2012 at 19:06
Be grateful!