Day fifteen, creative writing day. Write a short fictional story that starts with the sentence “It was time. He/She had fought against it for too long…”
Okay… I had to REALLY dust off my writing hat for this one, I haven’t written any fiction in a LONG time! I used to do this far more often… Here goes.
It was time.
She had fought against it for too long.
She had threatened him and told him she wouldn’t help him this time, thinking that if she left it he’d actually take care of it himself. She had shut the door and had refused to mention it or nag him about it.
Then she’d started to hang air fresheners in the passage outside the door because it had started to smell. Still he did nothing. And after a month the stench was becoming unbearable.
The worst though was that the neighbours were starting to complain about the stink, and the last thing she needed was for someone to call the authorities.
She pulled on a pair of sturdy rubber gloves, filled a bucket with scalding hot soapy water, tied a bandanna over her nose and mouth, and opened the door.
OMG it was so much worse than she’d thought…
The curtains were closed and it was semi-dark, and her covered nose made the smell a little less pungent, but she was sure that even her eyes were burning!
As her eyes adjusted she realised she had so much to pick up before she could start scrubbing with the hot water…
Filthy, crusty socks… Mouldy pizza crusts… Now she knew where all the coffee cups had gone to! She couldn’t even see the floor!
Why the hell couldn’t teenage boys just clean up after themselves for heaven’s sake!?!