Musings 1

Stella trembled in the corner of room, the one where piles of rubbish paper were towering in columns along with any other garbage a house could possibly contain. She wondered how it had come to this, it was supposed to be a simple task, clean the house and fetch easy money. Cleaning was something that came naturally to her. When she was young and her best friend, Stacy, wanted to play house with dolls, Stella was deviated by task of arranging the remaining toys strewn across the floor. Now here she was, with her neat white apron tied around the waist, examining the room of a veritable hoarder. This was the first room of the 3 bedroom apartment she was paid a mini fortune to clean. She hugged herself, wondering why her cleaning filthy houses gave her more peace then here regular job as a receptionist for Provo’s best dentist. Suddenly a whiff of stale paper mixed with moldy paint brought her back from misgivings. With a smile, garbage bag in one hand and cleaner spray in other, she started onwards with her task, imagining the paradise she would build of the current hovel. After all, garbage wouldn’t clean itself now would it!

Words to be used: Pile, white, hug, whiff, tremble