You couldn’t see the floor: cardboard boxes haphazardly stacked to the ceiling, teetering piles of random newspapers, towers of canned goods threatening to fall, unfinished art projects rejected in the corner, shopping bags fighting for room, wrinkled clothes and worn-out shoes carelessly strewn everywhere—filling the space like it was an abandoned thrift shop and not a home—and underneath it all, lurked filthy pieces of antique furniture and a dead cat.
“Mom, you’re a hoarder.”
“No, I’m not.”
Loved this.
ReplyDeleteTwo thumbs up!
ReplyDeleteA bit of irony in that. Good one.
ReplyDeletePamela
Too close to home!! Seriously. We have no dead cats or cars, but oh god we are hoarders and my husband will not believe me. I loved the descriptions of place here.
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up with this weekend's Trifextra Challenge. I love the pacing of this little story--the convoluted first sentence and then the two quick jabs at the end. Very nicely done. I, too, have a hoarder in the family. The ability to deny is amazing, isn't it? Thanks for sharing. Hope to see you back on Monday.
ReplyDeleteYes. She. Is.
ReplyDeleteIt's a slippery slope to hoarding. And it all begins innocently enough
ReplyDeleteI love this one!
ReplyDeleteAnd she can't see it at all. I like the rich 1st sentence as opposed to the brevity of the last two.
ReplyDeleteCame from the Trifecta link.
I fear this will be my mother some day, except she'll collect small dogs rather than cats.
ReplyDeleteThis is funny although in reality it is pretty bitter...
ReplyDeleteThe TV shows on this topic give a glimpse, but the prespective from a family member gives this punch.
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MOV
powerful firsthand description, and the denial too... i agree with previous commenters about the power packed brevity of the last two sentences as well. Great job!
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