Post by Auralee Collins on Jan 18, 2013 21:11:52 GMT -5
Aura pushed the chair out of her way with her hip, a bucket of water sloshing in one hand and a rag slung over her other. She had swept the floor and then moved all the furniture against the walls. Now, for the washing. She started in the back and worked to the front, having learned the hard way about blocking yourself in. Aura set the bucket down at her feet, stretched her back and lowered herself to her knees. She plunged the rag into the bucket up to her elbow and swirled it around, stirring up soap bubbles.
She threw the rag onto the floor with a plump and began to scrub, her arms working at a quick pace. She left a gleaming surface in her wake as she moved across the room, using a wind to push the bucket after her if she forgot to move it herself. She had pushed the windows open to let those breezes in just for that purpose. It was like every time she moved, a breeze was stirred, causing something loose to flutter about. Aura stood at the doorway and smiled to herself, satisfied with her work. Her right sleeve was falling down and she pushed it up absentmindedly.
Her hair was falling from its bun and strands danced across her face. She was barefoot, her thin and pale legs ascending into her worn cotton dress that two sizes to big and cinched around her waist by a leather belt. She dried her hands on her dress and picked up the bucket to dump the water outside. The soap shouldn't hurt the plants, right? Aura turned and reached for the door. At that moment, she placed her left foot on something that swiftly made her lose her footing and fall backwards, the water spilling all over herself.
Aura lay there in a cold and soapy puddle of water and stared at the ceiling. How perfect. She had just gone out of her way and spent some two hours scrubbing the floor. By hand. And then, of course, she falls and soaks herself. Karma certainly did not like her, it seems. It always seemed to say, "You did something good? Here, let's screw you over!" Every single time. She really ought to stop trying. A breeze drifted in, lifting a piece of hair onto her face. It was like the wind itself was teasing her now.
Aura closed her eyes and tried to breath, but it was getting harder and harder when all she wanted to do was scream.
Word Count: 426
Muse: Alright
Notes: Anyone is welcome