Friday Fictioneers: The Pantry


Ugh! Sometimes, I wish my apartment comes with a peephole. Why didn’t I check when I looked at this place?

A peephole would come handy on days like today when my mother waltzed in the moment I opened the door, leaving me standing at the door like an idiot. “What are you doing here?”

I thought by getting my own apartment, I would be ridding my mother for good. Nope, not the case.

She went straight for kitchen and rifled through my pantry, “Didn’t I tell you to organize this pantry when I came here the last time?”

(99 words)

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