PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
He snorted, as always, as he stood in the door of her office. “Tchotchkes. Bric-a-brac. How do you stand all this mess? Clutter, nothing but dust catchers!”
I’m not having this conversation with you again.”
“Right. They all meeeaan something to you. One day I’m going to clear it all out so you have space to work!”
“The day you do that, you’ll have lots of wide open space for yourself. I and my “mess” will be gone. Now leave me alone.”
“Bah!” He snorted again as he stomped away.
Just Writing! 