“Holy crap…….” Sharon almost tripped over an empty wine bottle. And the silly bottle rolled and got under the couch. She bent down and tried to look but stood up quickly in dismay. She thought “what the hell!! I need a huge round of clean up right now. What is a trash bin for if you throw your garbage under the couch?”
Sharon stood in the middle of the hall room with her hand on her waist and her eyes moving all around the house with a frown face. Every corner of the house was in a complete after-party mess. Although she isn’t the owner of this house, she too is a guest just like every other fellow scattered here and there around the house; drunk, drowsy and passed out, she can’t tolerate griminess around her. And the best part, she didn’t drink today. Not even a single sip. That’s why she’s the only person who’s standing still to clean up the mess. Sharon is a cleanliness freak person not OCD type of but more or less similar.
Sharon ran into the kitchen to grab something to clean and when she entered the kitchen she freaked out. No…… she didn’t see any ghost or a serial killer but she saw trash all around. The island is full of dirty plates and a portion of the cake awfully smashed, wine glasses, paper plates, napkins, balloons, confetti, garlands, ribbons all swirling around. While assembling them from the table something pricked Sharon’s finger and she screamed in agony “ouch”.
“Hey!! Are you hurt?” a voice said from the kitchen door and Sharon turned around at once.
“No …..Not much…….just a stupid toothpick”. Sharon said with a blushing smile from the corner of her lips.
“Are you trying to clean up?” asked Harris.
Sharon nodded, still holding the garbage bag in her hand.
“Wait…….you need my help. It’s too messed up as if a catastrophe has run over this place.” Harris came running towards Sharon and took the garbage bag from her hand and while doing so their finger got touched. Sharon felt as if a feather that just swiped upon her fingers. She closed her eyes and the feeling which she once had for Harris 18 years ago crouched slowly inside her.
“Where’s our host? Amanda might have definitely passed out. I am shocked that she has become such an alcoholic. She used to be the dumbest of all in high school, remember?” Harris said with a scoff.
Sharon opened her eyes but she didn’t reply to his words. She started cleaning up the wine glasses and the last few dishes.
Harris walked towards Sharon and stood beside her to wipe the cleaned crockery with a towel. For a few seconds there was toothpick drop silence except the crockery...