*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 heโd cooked sausages last night, and a (rather splendid if he did say so himself) lasagna the night before; heโd even hoovered the house on Sunday. In fact, now he came to think of it, heโd cooked and cleaned for the past 30 days or so.
*DING*
Steve grabbed the cloth with a huff and checked the text heโd been dismissing for the last 2 hours.
โWATERS 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 weekโs photo prompt. Click here to readย this weekโs stories from other writers around the world.
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