“Every day is a new day”. she reminded herself. Just because the last few weeks had been filled with difficult days did not mean that there wasn’t to be an end to them.
She could finally see the light at the end of the building project. All that was needed now was the final plastering and painting part of the project.
Whilst she did enjoy the painting, the preparation was the trickiest and most challenging part of the process. It was a bit like the ‘soot’ storm she had endured when the gas califont got choked up with soot. The technician had purged the system but none of the men present had thought to shut the house doors to prevent the soot from infiltrating through every room in the house, bathroom included!
She had been absent when that ‘soot storm’ had struck. She had struggled with the monumental clean up from that spectacular catastrophe. Now a mere few week later, she had the ‘white clouds’ of the plaster sandstorm to contend with.
Donning the dust mask was another new experience for her. She hoped the mask would protect her sensitive asthmatic lungs as she swept yet another pile of dust and dirt. But hopefully that would be the final test of these difficult days. Time would tell if it was all worthwhile.
Watch this space!
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.