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(Too) Late entry for the Zodiac contest: Virgo. Home scenery. No one was harmed! |
Overly critical Kind Gilbert stepped inside the house and took it
all in; toys strewn across the hall leading up to the dining room,
kitchen and living room, all of which filled with toys and most of
all, sneaky little pieces of Lego. He let the swarm of children
welcome him as he made eye contact with his wife Cathrina, a shy
smile plastered on her weary face. She hadn't slept well last night
because of the medicine giving her intense cramps, waking him up
sporadically as well. He placed his business bag against the wall and
spoke. "Hey there..." she replied, unsure. She was still in her PJs and her hair looked flat with frizzled ends. He sat on the first steps of the staircase
filled with dirty laundry that didn't make it to the laundry room
yet, and removed his black leather shoes. He neatly folded their
shiny laces inside and placed them on the shoe rack already
overflowing with more shoes. He tried to straighten the mess up a bit
and walked to the kitchen, noticing the dirty counters and the dining
room table still filled with used dishes. He walked to the fridge to
pour himself a glass of apple juice and sighed loudly at the feeling
of his socks sticking to the floor. He closed the fridge's door a
little loudly for his wife's taste and replied with a "What?"
when she eyed him. She was filling up the dishwasher as the kids were jumping around, a little too happy to see him. It had been raining so he knew they hadn't had a chance to spend that extra energy outside. He noticed the tv was still on. How much did they watch today? He left his glass on the counter and went to
turn off the tv set. "Very nice." He said. "What did you do at
school today? Was it fun?" "No. I meant at school. What did you do?" he said a little impatiently. "I played with Lego and made a BIG rocket ship with lasers! And I played with puzzles. I wanted to play more but the teacher made me put them away. I want to play with them everyday!" he said with an elongated emphasis on the last word. Little Edmund came riding on his trunky, trying to make it past the limit of the hard wood floor onto the thick chocolate carpet with much difficulty. "What a stupid day!" he said with frustration. His father advised him not to say that. "It's a good day, Edmund! A good day!" added his mother. "A good day?" said Edmund, looking at
her. "Really? Doesn't look like it to me."
Said Gilbert turning to face her. "... it was pretty busy today." He looked around noticing leftovers and some
dirty pans that would need to be hand washed. She picked up one and
started to run the hot water while dropping a dollop of soap onto the
scrubbing brush. Several minutes later, she heard fresh footstep
strut down the stairs, pausing to pet the housecat, Marty, sleeping
in a basket by the railings. She liked hearing him coo at the old
cat, calling it cute names and saying nonsense. Who
else would be a good cat?? Two hands slightly bigger than hers and a sweet
musky smell enveloped her. |