Another six sentence story:
The cue is "sink".
Washing Up
Walking in the front door, she picks up the post and her
gaze goes straight through to the kitchen, to the sink, piled high with dishes,
the sound of a plop from the tap , mirroring the drip from the overflowing sink onto
the floor.
Oh my goodness, she thinks, I’ve only been away two nights helping Sarah with the new baby couldn't he at least have tidied the kitchen for when I got back.
Turning the tap off she picks up her bag , turns to go upstairs
wondering where he is and deciding that he's probably with his mates down the allotment.
Wearily, she climbs the stairs, glad to have time to
herself so they don't have a row about his lazy behaviour, which she is just
not up for today.
“That bloody man, left the ruddy toilet for me as well,” she
says out loud, as a strange smell catches her unawares at the top of the stairs.
In their bedroom she stares in disbelief as she sees her husband
lying there and going over to him finds his cheek ice cold to her touch.
