Dirty plates filled the kitchen sink. The pots sat in the laundry tub. Sarah donned rubber gloves but the wall stains caught her eye. ‘That’s me’ she thought, ‘a blot on the female gender. She started to sketch.”Bugger. No time now to wash up; her sister’s toddlers would have to drum on the lampshades today.
In response to Sonya’s Three line Tales.