Action: Washing dishes
Word Count: 94
The moment her hands immersed in the hot sudsy water her thoughts flowed into familiar reverie. Blankly, she stared as multicolored food remnants blended into mud and swirled down the drain.
A voyeur, she peered out the window, spying the next-door neighbor children playing “Tag” in their back yard.
Such joy, the tinkling bells of innocent voices unrestrained. Her sacred music. In perfect harmony, their mirth crescendoed to high pitched shrieks of laughter, just as the kettle on the stove reached its boiling point and wrenched her back to make tea.
Dinner was over.