I gaze longingly out the window, my eyes searching for the honeysuckle that hangs over the fence in the backyard. Memories of its sweet taste and smell fill my senses, overpowering the pomegranate scented dish soap. I sigh deeply as I scrub yet another unrinsed plate, a testament that my children have yet to oblige that particular request. I let my mind drift on an imaginary breeze, taking me within my stories, adding a new story line, as my fingers work unsupervised. Suddenly, I turn the faucet off, dry the sink, and stand back, satisfied with a job well done.
This week’s 100 Word Challenge was “Doing the Dishes.”
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