Slippery Slope

*DING*

Steve stepped over the puddle on the kitchen floor and stared in frustration at the sink.
It was her turn, of that he was sure.ย 

*DING*

He knew heโ€™d cooked sausages last night, and a (rather splendid if he did say so himself) lasagna the night before; heโ€™d even hoovered the house on Sunday. In fact, now he came to think of it, heโ€™d cooked and cleaned for the past 30 days or so.

*DING*

Steve grabbed the cloth with a huff and checked the text heโ€™d been dismissing for the last 2 hours. 

โ€œWATERS BROKE. GET HERE NOW.โ€



This flash fiction/short story, call it what you will, was written for Friday Fictioneers.

Thanks toย Rochelleย as ever for hosting, and A. Noni Mouse for this weekโ€™s photo prompt. Click here to readย this weekโ€™s stories from other writers around the world.

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