It could have been a field of flowers, apricot sunrise honeying all. It could have been a berry patch, spread round with her the center, fingers damp with morning dew. It might’ve even been a dragon’s hoard, doubloons spilling from ruby-studded chalices, heavy pendants on worked, chain necklaces, diamond and emerald tiara resting on her head, proclaiming her queen of all she surveyed.
She sighed in resignation. No flowers, no berries, no dragon nor fairies. Just tile, mildewed and damp, a rug soaked and now slightly stained. This was what came of inviting people over.
She fetched the plunger.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (11/18/2021): In 99 words (no more, no less), write about tools. Whose tools are they and how do they fit into the story? What kind of tools? Go where the prompt leads!
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You tricked us! Great use of imagery as a twist, Liz.
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Our best dreams, oft dashed on a tile floor. Cuz real life…
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Oh, she’s queen of all she surveys all right. Plunger, scepter, it’s a royal flush.
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It beats a pair o’ deuces, for sure…😉
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Fantastic!
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Thanks!
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Ha! I really like this one!
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One can always use a plumber’s helper, when the chips are down and the buffalo’s moved on…
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✨ Nice work 🥂👍
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Thanks, Simon!
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