Dust!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


Dust!

It was nice to be home, Marie had to admit. The two-week holiday had been nice; she wouldn’t have missed it for anything, but still she sighed in relief when she walked in through her door.

She left her luggage in the hallway and went in to the kitchen. Coffee first, anything else second.

Marie took a cup from the cupboard, brushed the dust off the kettle, the coffee jar. She should have made more of an effort in cleaning up before she left, obviously, but it was too late to think that now. What was done was done – at least the kettle still worked and that was all that mattered.

She walked over to the refrigerator, opened the door. No milk! Of course, as any that was left would have been good for nothing but the drain. She’d drink her coffee black then.

When she turned to walk back across the room she noticed her footprints, quite clearly visible in the dust that had settled on the floor. Strange. Very strange. At least she could be sure that there was no one inside the house with her.

A thick layer of it covered the counters and the kitchen table. Everything, in fact. Marie had never seen so much dust in her life. But it was nothing to worry about, was it. Just dust. And dust could not hurt anyone....could it?


Submitted: September 16, 2018

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Mike S.

Dust is my mortal enemy, DUST MITES--excellent, Hull!

Sun, September 16th, 2018 6:23pm

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Thanks, for reading, Mike. I wanted a picture of thick dust on a table-top but could I find one --uh uh.

Sun, September 16th, 2018 11:25am

jmm424

Dust never quite goes away. I enjoyed this it was different

Sun, September 16th, 2018 7:05pm

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Thank you for giving it a read, jmm.

Sun, September 16th, 2018 12:33pm

Joe Stuart

The moment you say that something is nothing to worry about, that is the time to start worrying. But I guess that is the point of your story, Hully. I try to worry about everything because then I am sure it will never happen.

Sun, September 16th, 2018 8:02pm

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Haha! That's a good point, Joe. Thanks for giving this a read.

Sun, September 16th, 2018 1:09pm

Jeff Bezaire

Well . . . dust can suffocate you. When I was a kid, I enjoyed dusting. Now, I'd rather vacuum. Dusting has become such a chore, especially since I have so many little things I need to dust and remove in order to dust around.
A good story, Hully, but it might give me nightmares tonight. ;)

Sun, September 16th, 2018 10:45pm

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That's right, with so many things, it's a hard enough job to do. But this kind of dust might have been something a bit.....different.
Thanks for reading, Jeff.

Mon, September 17th, 2018 2:32am

tom mcmullen

Good story Hullabaloo, sometimes what you worry about does happen...true!

Mon, September 17th, 2018 9:10am

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Sometimes it certainly does. Thanks, Tom!

Mon, September 17th, 2018 2:36am

jaylisbeth

Excellent story, Hully. Well done.

Mon, September 17th, 2018 2:04pm

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Thanks, jaylisbeth! Glad you enjoyed it.

Mon, September 17th, 2018 8:57am

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