The Mundane

She tilted her head back and let whip cream stream into her mouth while taking a bath. There was low scratching at the bathroom door and then whimpering.

“Go away Baily,” She yelled through a mouthful of cream, “I’m not giving you any.”

There was a sniffing sound, and then another whine, before the shadow of the dog turned and became a lump against the door. Charlette sighed sinking deeper in the bath water. Life was one of those things she did out of obligation to ...