The word from https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/author/cyranny/ is pristine.
Pushing the hoover across her carpet, Masie felt like Filch in the last film of Harry Potter. No matter the amount of cleaning would get rid the aroma of her Rottweiler Trevor. It would never be pristine. Normally it didn’t matter to her. Young children made a mess, it was the given. She didn’t want them worrying about treading on eggshells, but her mother-in-law was visiting this Easter weekend.
It wasn’t like she was a terrible person, but she like a clean, and tidy house. There were mobility issues, and she lived the quiet life. It wasn’t quiet in her home. Children running in and out, friends to dinner. Playing with Lego on the front room floor. Board games, puzzles, or nights out (without going out) A film, popcorn, and lots of mess.
Sarah and Tom were told, for this weekend only, to keep the mess to their bedroom. At first they complained, but Grannie visiting meant lots of treats. She loved them, but was too old to be part of the roller coaster ride.
She searched her front room for any mess. It didn’t look too bad. Even her dog was quiet in his basket. A key in the lock, and Masie put the hoover away in the cupboard to make a cup of tea. It had been a long journey for them and they would be parched.
When she went into the hallway, she was faced with her mother-in-law. She looked tired, frailer than she remembered.
‘Hi Judith, you want a cuppa.’
Judith gave a brief nod, her eyes searching every corner of the hallway. As her dog rushed around the corner, Masie held her breath. He always loved a visitor, especially if they brought treats. This was the first time her mother-in-law saw him, and it could go either way.’
‘That would be great . . . who’s this little cutie?’ she asked, and allowed him to lick her hand. ‘He’s beautiful.’
Masie, in shock, walked into the kitchen.