Good Day

It was a good day Nora decided, stretching to try and pop the kinks from her back as the kettle began to do its shuffling dance on the countertop. So far there had only been three slammed doors, one set of hysterical tears and a small screaming match on the second floor around lunchtime. As far as days went, this one was a quiet one.


Closing her eyes Nora bopped her head along with the thick beat seeping through Nathanial’s bedroom floor.


“Yes,” she called, eyes still closed and kettle settling down from its shuffle.

“Dinner done yet?”




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