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PROMPT May 18th What chore do you most dislike doing? Tell us a creative story about how you might get out of doing it. Collin stood in his little kitchen. Crumbs covered the two-burner stove along with grease and crusted-on gravy that boiled over. He wasn't sure exactly when the gravy boiled over, but he hoped it was sometime in this latest decade. He opened the oven door, only big enough to hold a six-muffin tin. Tiny little thing but also black with baked-on grime. Collin sniffed. There was some kind of funky smell coming from the oven. He quickly let go of the door and let it bang shut. He turned to his tiny little sink. It was full of dishes. One plate that was cracking, one cup that was chipped, one fork that was bent, one knife that was dull, and one spoon, also bent. Yes, just one of everything but they filled his little sink to overflowing. Collin sighed and blew out a rancid breath along with a few bits of toast which he'd had for breakfast. When was that exactly? Yesterday? Day before? Collin wasn't sure, but considering the stinky breath that clouded around him, it was surely time to brush his teeth. Hopefully he could find a toothbrush somewhere. If not, he'd just hop down the lane and steal one from the family that lived in the cottage set back in the trees. Yes, that's what he'd do. Collin took another breath and turned back to his sink. How he hated, emphasis on HATED, to clean up the dishes. Yes, there was only one of each thing, a total of 5 simple things, but Collin just couldn't stand it. He hated to wash. He hated the soap suds touching his skin. He hated the sponge that squished in his hand. He hated the hot, steamy water that washed over his hands and his arms. And that was only the washing! After that came the drying! He could never be sure if his drying towel was actually fresh or not. But knowing Collin it wasn't. After all, he had only one towel. And the towel hung on the oven door and most likely never saw any soap of its own. Collin considered that towel. How long had it been since he had a new towel? Ten...twenty...thirty years or more? He spit a big "thwaaaat" and decided it didn't matter. He shrugged his bony shoulders and looked again at the sink. Now Collin was a reasonable creature and he thought this dilemma through. If he wanted to eat he most certainly had to wash the dishes in the sink. Or...did he? Couldn't he just pick them from the sink and use them again? He was the only one using them so what could it hurt? And if he just rinsed them they were technically clean...right? No REAL need to wash the dishes because they would just get dirty again. Logical? Collin thought and he thought. He scratched his head with one dirty nail. He scratched a small itch under his nose with the same dirty nail. And then he rubbed his left eye to relieve a little itch there...with the same dirty nail. And finally, that dirty nail tapped the bottom of his stubbly chin as he thought and he thought. And then he thought some more. Suddenly, a deep, loud growl rumbled out of his belly. And it grumbled again. And continued to growl. Collin was surprised by the sound of the growl. He was definitely hungry for something to eat. His pantry held a few items he could pull together to fill his empty belly. A little bread, some left-over jam, a pat of butter or two. And maybe...just maybe he'd find a chunk of cheese. Yes, that would be an excellent meal! But...but...but...he needed dishes for that. And his dishes were piled up in the sink! His belly growled again. He looked at his belly and he looked at the sink. And then... One more growl and Collin knew what he must do. He did the thing he should never do. He grabbed the plate and he grabbed the knife. He spit on the knife and polished it up. He spit on the plate and polished that too. There! It was time to eat! As Collin chewed on a corner of bread he decided there was one chore he could cross off his list. That's right. No more dishes for Collin. There was absolutely no need. |
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