Nodding vaguely, she turned to the almost-burning garlic. Pasta boiled; news blared. When her teenager returned with candy, she nearly wept.
“But, mum, you said we had toilet paper!”
This is my entry for day 17 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: vague.
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