Here is a microficion story for your growth. In the comments, write a microfiction tale about a reorganized life. ✌🏾
Smelling of beer draped in a gray gown hanging loosely off a shoulder, she entered the kitchen dragging her feet in slippers she got as a gift. She opened the dishwasher, “What a mess!”
The dishes were all out of place. Cups here, plates there, pots somewhere else. She took out the dishes then put them in their place one by one.
First, the dishes next her life.
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