Chore-Free Zone
The light bulb is a huge tattletale and turning it on would immediately alert grandma that I left the chore-free zone – dad’s room. I don’t usually leave this room when she’s home, but I’ve got no choice. I need some snacks and a computer and my phone so I don’t have to tip-toe out again until bedtime.
I can’t see the crumbs on the kitchen floor, but I can feel them dig into the pads of my feet. I think grandma might’ve told me to vacuum earlier, but I escaped to dad’s room just in time.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWelcome to Voice Club, Anna! What an intriguing first story for us to ponder and enjoy. I was attracted to the title – a chore–free zone is a wonderful idea! I like the way you’ve left us with so many unanswered questios. That’s the joy of micro-fiction, isn’t it? A brief glimpse and then poof – it’s over!
Welcome to the Voice club, Anna. Like Fuji, I found your story very intriguing. And I asked myself:” Why she doesn’t want to go out when her grandma is there? And why she called her dad’s room a chore-free zone? “
Hello Anna – we’re so glad you’ve joined us here at Voice Club. I really enjoyed your first story. It leaves the reader wondering, which is part of the fun! I hope you’ll write many more stories on this site.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWelcome to the Club, Anna, and thank you for your story. It’s a mysterious one, giving the reader partly access to a young woman’s mind and world. One wonders why she is hiding in her father’s room, avoiding to turn the lights on when she goes outside. I like the detailed description of her feeling the breadcrumbs under her feet when walking on the kitchen floor.