Flash Fiction: The Second Job

As soon as she walked in the door, she threw her purse on the couch and stripped off her housekeeping uniform. Without hesitation, she walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

“Sad that this is my favorite part of the day,” she thought, as the water rinsed away the dirt and cleaning chemicals and that starchy feeling left behind by her uniform.

She would have stayed in the shower all night, but she had to call her mother, and then she needed to complete the homework for her online class before going to bed and doing it all over again.

As soon as the flow of water stopped, she heard it: the sound of children’s laughter. Could it be coming from outside? That seemed unlikely. There were very few children in the apartment complex where she lived. Most of the other residents were like her, single with no children.

“I guess I left the TV on? Or the radio?” she pondered as she wrapped a tattered towel around herself.

She opened the bathroom door, curious to find the source of the noise. Then she saw them: three children happily chasing each other down the short hallway that led from one end of her apartment to the other.

“Hi, Mommy! What’s for dinner?”

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