Disarray

Ann left her half-done villanelle and rushed to answer her front door. Her husband’s mama, Kay, barged in and growled out snarky barbs galore! “I’ve never seen such disarray. Ann, when--for cleansers--have you shopped? Have you washed clothes this century? When were these nasty floors last mopped? Look! Dishes piled up everywhere. Dishwasher’s broken, I suppose? Now TELL ME why you live this way!” You might presume they came to blows. Ann calmly said, “This house looks good. You should have seen it Saturday before I started cleaning up.” Half-conscious on the floor Kay lay. When she came to, she tried to speak. Her mouth moved but no words came out. Ann kindly walked her to the door, so glad to say “good-bye,” no doubt. Ann told her husband, “Hon, your mom says our home is in disarray.” “Our house looks fine to me,” he said. "A silly thing for her to say!” Date: November 18, 2019 Contest Title: Disarray Sponsor: Nina Parmenter Date: December 8, 2019 Contest title: Favourite Poem from November 2019 Sponsor: Julia Ward