The Snowflake Chronicles

Rushed

Short Story Sunday: Rushed

Rushed out of her mind, with a thousand things to do. She removed the broom from the kitchen junk closet and began sweeping the floor. Sweeping the kitchen floor always calmed and helped her focus. Today she needed to focus, not on all the things she had to do, but on one task at a time. Panicking would not accomplish anything and would only leave several chores half completed.

Staring at the small pile of dirt in the center of the kitchen floor, she looked around for the dustpan. Shaking her head, she leaned the broom against the refrigerator and went back to the junk closet. She opened the door, looked in, and then closed the door. Going over to the counter by the sink, she picked put a piece of cardboard and used that as a dustpan. She put the broom and cardboard in the closet before going into the entrance hall to pick up her purse and keys.

As she got in her car, her cellphone rang. She checked the number, and seeing it was her sister, she put the phone back in her purse and let it ring. She just had too much to do to get involved with a long conversations. "I'll call her back later," she whispered as she backed out of the driveway and went to the supermarket. At the supermarket, she turned into the parking lot, found a space close to the entrance and went inside.

As she was pushing the cart toward the deli, her phone ring again. Removing the phone from her purse she checked the number, with a sigh she answered it. "What's up, Sis?"

"I don't have time to..."