A Tale of One Mop and Bucket

Standing in your cafe on a scorching summer’s day. Obsessed about over-thinking and wishing for some relief from the heat, you reach for the mop and bucket.

You named your mop Boris and your bucket Dorothy.  You take comfort in imagining that sometimes Boris gets a little angry with Dorothy, but Dorothy always gets Boris back when she squeezes the life out of him.

Dancing a little boogie to a random beat, you let Boris take the lead. Not only does Dorothy scold him, but you do too. He gets so hurt that his head falls off onto the floor. You pick it and up and try to put it back on again, but it’s broken.

Dorothy will need a new Boris. You smile when you think about your new mop’s name.

 

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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