The mug sits unwashed on the kitchen table, a layer of white fuzz growing on the surface of the dregs of tea inside it. A smudge of lipstick is on the rim, and there’s a fingerprint made in chocolate on the handle.
The rest of the kitchen is pristine. Every single other mug, cup, glass, plate and bowl is dutifully washed, dried and put away immediately after use. But the mouldy mug remains on the table, as it has for three weeks now.
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Author: Ellie Scott
Ellie Scott is a freelance copywriter and fiction writer from Sheffield, UK. She writes speculative and silly short stories and flash fiction. She has published two short story collections - 'Merry Bloody Christmas' and 'Come What May Day'. In 2018 she was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize Short Story Competition. She can often be found loitering on Twitter (@itsemscott), Instagram (@tinysillystories) and Medium (@elliemaryscott).
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Absolutely gross
I loved it.
Keep writing my friend
I thought you’d been in my kitchen for a moment there!
Oh, wow! Glad you’re back at the top of your game!
Thanks Tom!
Very immersive read! Love the clear layout of your blog – very simple to navigate & uncluttered. Keep writing! 😀
Thanks, Tom!