THIS IS IT.
Clarice scanned her kitchen one more time. It was the last room to be sorted out, and all that remained now were for throwing away: a tired looking pot, some old rags, the now-rusty toaster that had delivered their breakfast almost every morning for five years.
“Mommy, I definitely need a bigger, bigger one!”
Lily’s voice resounded from upstairs through the hollowness of the entire house.
“That’s all you’re getting, Lil, we talked about this!!” Clarice felt really sorry for her girl, having to reduce her toys into what would fit in that box. But she had more urgent concerns; besides, the constraint was necessary.
Dear God, how on earth can we fit ourselves and all we have in that mouse hole?
My Day 2 post for the very interesting challenge, Voice Week 2011.
Sadly I’m over the 100-word limit, again!