Melevolence
A Total Mess Of A Man
- Joined
- Sep 29, 2016
- Location
- Maine, USA
The air was humid inside the simple ranch styled house. A toasty 95 degrees outside. Every window was open and even a boxfan going in the kitchen to help cool the busty equine as she scrubbed the kitchen floors. It was summer time and she'd procrastinated the whole 'spring cleaning' this year. Now she was paying the price by sweating buckets despite wearing a pair of jean shorts and pink tank top, messy white apron covering her front as she worked. Yellow rubber gloves up to her elbows as she scrubbed away at the tiles to remove a winters worth of dirt and grime.
Emma peered at the clock, forearm running across her forehead to wipe away the sweat. Her daughter would be home any time now. She'd lost track of the time. Tossing the sponge into the bucket beside her, the mature woman stood up. Rubber gloves making a loud snapping noise when they were pulled off her hands and joined the sponge in the bucket, landing on the rim.
She didn't even have dinner started yet! Quickly washing her hands, the cold water feeling heavenly, then dabbing them dry on the cloth hanging from the counter, Emma strode to the fridge to get what she needed. She whipped up a cream of mushroom noodle casserole then tossed it into the oven.
Finally removing her apron and grabbing the box fan, she unplugged it so she could bring it with her into the living room. Hooking it up and setting it in the corner of the room aimed her way, she flopped on the sofa to wait for her daughter to get home.
Closing her eyes, a small smile spread to her lips. The house smelt like Pine Sol and soon the food would mingle. It hadn't been easy being a single mom but things had come together. That wasn't to say it had BECOME easy. Her child was still a bit of a handful. Mostly because of a special...quirk...she possessed. Something she'd been trying to help her deal with though as she got older it became a little harder to keep it under control. She feared she might have to take drastic measures.
Emma peered at the clock, forearm running across her forehead to wipe away the sweat. Her daughter would be home any time now. She'd lost track of the time. Tossing the sponge into the bucket beside her, the mature woman stood up. Rubber gloves making a loud snapping noise when they were pulled off her hands and joined the sponge in the bucket, landing on the rim.
She didn't even have dinner started yet! Quickly washing her hands, the cold water feeling heavenly, then dabbing them dry on the cloth hanging from the counter, Emma strode to the fridge to get what she needed. She whipped up a cream of mushroom noodle casserole then tossed it into the oven.
Finally removing her apron and grabbing the box fan, she unplugged it so she could bring it with her into the living room. Hooking it up and setting it in the corner of the room aimed her way, she flopped on the sofa to wait for her daughter to get home.
Closing her eyes, a small smile spread to her lips. The house smelt like Pine Sol and soon the food would mingle. It hadn't been easy being a single mom but things had come together. That wasn't to say it had BECOME easy. Her child was still a bit of a handful. Mostly because of a special...quirk...she possessed. Something she'd been trying to help her deal with though as she got older it became a little harder to keep it under control. She feared she might have to take drastic measures.