Drabble 18

Story about cleaning something, anything.

Roommates

It's not because I'm a neat freak, but lessons learnt in my youth - that explains the hours scrubbing, when I should be in my bed.

Maybe if I'd been invited, I wouldn't feel like this? But tonight, I had to wipe away the evidence, of all the fun I'd missed.

So, I swept up dirty tracks, and mopped the bathroom floor. Picked up the trash they'd left, and then came back for more.

Hours passed — I couldn't stop until the job was done.

I finished after midnight.

Grabbed a glass of red.

Dropped it! — Crimson washed away my night's work.


100 Words.