Counting on Calm ~ 100 word fiction
Five four three two one.
Almost clean. One more spot.
Five four three two one.
A clean home is a calm home. Words my mother lived by. Clean our home was. Calm it was not.
Minutes until David's arrival. The kitchen is spotless. Not a dish, not a speck or a morsel. Just the way he wants it.
But there's more to do. There must be. There always is.
Five four three two... time to scrub again. Calm. Clean. Clean. Calm.
Car in the driveway. Key in the door. A sigh. A grunt. A glance cast around the kitchen. Is he satisfied? I can't tell. No words.
Then a frown as he looks at the counter top.
Shit.
Five four three two...