“I’m sick and tired of this, Steve,” Donna said.

“What now?” Steve asked.

“Look at this,” Donna said, pointing to the kitchen sink. “You made yourself a sandwich or whatever you ate, and you left a mess. You left the jars on the counter and a sink full of dirty dishes. And I’ve had it, Steve. You’re such an inconsiderate slob and I’m not going to clean up your messes anymore.”

“You’re right, Donna. Let me make it up to you. I’ll fix you a peach jelly and olive sandwich.”

Donna shook her head and stormed out of the kitchen.

(100 words)

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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ronda Del Boccio.