My Weekly 99 Word Story for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

Tommy’s Nap

By Chris Mills

Mary tucked the blanket around six month old Tommy, and his sleepy eyes fluttered like butterfly wings. She needed several hours to catch up on chores.

 

Laundry was an avalanching mountain peak. Dust bunnies taunted from corners and fled.  

Dirty dishes called her name, as did toilets, tubs, floors and sills. She flipped mattresses, turned mattresses, chased dust bunnies from under mattresses. Spotted mirrors reflected her weary gaze.

 

Tommy slept. Mary swept. To-do lists became all-done lists, and the house was just the way she wanted it.

 

Tommy the teenager walked out of his room and asked about dinner.