She spritzed some of the soapy solution on the glass-top and started wiping it rigorously with a soft cloth.
Dressed in a faded flannel gown with her hair tied up, she looked distressed and exhausted, but, today is cleaning day and she didn’t want to waste it by letting disturbing thoughts occupy her mind.
The nagging doubt she’d for months had been cleared last evening when her husband came home smelling foreign. She now knew why he refused to hold her in those long lonely nights.
Anyway, she wanted her house to look spick and span by the end of the day and that’s what she’d dedicate her time to right now.
Written for Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot