Here’s a new Picture it and Write challenge courtesy of Ermilia. This one ended being very much a self-insert because I could not get the idea of an evil mop out of my head.
Steph stared at the mop. The mop stared back. Steph rubbed her eyes, pushing up her heavy glasses in the process. She was absolutely sure the damn thing had just glared at her. Steph moved a finger so she could peek a the mop. Yep. Sure enough, the mop was glaring at her. Hesitantly, Steph stepped forward into the cluttered cleaning cupboard, hand outstretched to touch the mop; as though touch alone would assure her she was indeed seeing things. However, this turned out to be a grievous mistake as she touched the grimy, damp tendrils of cloth the mop BIT her. It bit her HARD! “Fucken hell!! That hurt!” Steph exclaimed snapping her hand back to suck on her now bleeding finger. “Serves you right! Who gave you permission to touch me?” The evidently possessed mop shouted. Steph blinked in disbelief, standing before the mop in stunned silence. Her thoughts were reeling. I must be more overworked then I thought, she mused in a detached way. Come to think of it, it has been a month non-stop 16 hr days, she thought some more, Maybe I’ve finally cracked from exhaustion. At this point the mop began to growl at Steph in a threatening manner. Maybe I’ll go lie down… Steph thought as she swiftly turned around, locking the cupboard door behind her. I’m going to call in sick….