She stared at the wreckage. The clean-up task would be huge. Enormous. Gargantuan.

Would she be able to do it? Did she have a choice? No one was going to help her. She would have to do it on her own. It was her responsibility, and she had no one else to blame.

She stood in the middle of the debris strewn everywhere. Her life scattered around her. It was daunting. Where to start picking up the pieces?

The words of her mother, fresh in her ears: ‘Chloe, get upstairs and tidy your room up! Now!’

Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted byΒ SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was:Β Gargantuan. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers.


31 thoughts on “PICKING UP THE PIECES

      1. Yep. As kids grow, so does the mess … πŸ˜‰
        One of my nieces had all her dresser drawers open and every piece of clothing peeking out of it or strewn on the floor. When asked why that was so, she replied that “this way I can see everything.” πŸ˜‰

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