“Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip. Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip.” Chippy sat on the edge of the oregano pot singing his “good morning” song. Mr. Sun was just peeking over the horizon and Chippy could feel that this was going to be a wonderful Monday.
“Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip. Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip.” Chippy happily sang again as the early morning spring breeze skipped by and playfully ruffled his fur.
“CHIP! CHIP! Chip, chip, chip, chip! CHIP! CHIP! Chip, chip, chip, chip!” Chippy sang louder looking toward the house. The curtains were still closed. She must not be awake yet. Maybe he wasn’t singing loud enough.
William’s tattered mop slapped the ground with a splash, a pool of soapy water and dirt from the linoleum floor mixed with the sharp smell of Clorox. Wrinkled hands pushed the handle forward and backward in perpetual motion. Worn leather shoes shoved the bucket along the halls of the over-priced health club. Echoes of fast […]
via Flash Fiction: The Janitor — Caffeinated Fiction /// Laura L. Zimmerman
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Peering from behind the rhododendron, she watches the fading lights.
Surrounded by corn, a proud oak shades the ancient graveyard.
Puppy huddles in the rushes as the dust cloud dissipates.
Winter whispers goodbye as spring tiptoes in.