The Accident

Quentin reached up to the grab the bowl with his chubby fingers. Before I could stop him, the white bowl filled with a mix of blueberries, raspberries, and yogurt fell to the floor with a crash. The bowl cracked in three places, and a glop of yogurt peppered with bruised berries was all about the floor. I didn’t howl or scream. I stopped myself, took a breath, and looked Quentin over to see his expression.

He was surprised for a moment. However, instead of breaking out bawling, he began to playfully slap the spilled contents. Quentin was making an even bigger mess, and loving every moment of it. I sighed in resignation, and then let out a short laugh. He was just a child. Curiosity was his auto-pilot. At least he will have some fondness for fruits and healthy foods, I justified the event to myself.

I ambled over to the broom closet, to fetch the mop and bucket. Quentin followed me as a I made off to the bathroom, to turn on the tap. He cooed as he thrust his hands out into the running water, laughing excitedly as it splashed in all directions off of his arm. To be a child again, I thought to myself.

Carefully, I placed some floor cleaner into the bucket. Dipped the mop into the cold water swirling with bubbles, and attended to the scene of the accident. At last, there was no trace that there had ever been a spill. There was no evidence that my stomach was still empty, as I had not managed to get more than two bites. There was no reminder, except for the small growl that emitted from my abdomen. It was my fault that I had turned my attention away from my bowl, and now I had to replace my meal.

Quentin had turned his attention to his blocks and stuffed dinosaur. It was a red stegosaurus with yellow spots and spikes. He loved that thing. We still hadn’t come up with a name for it yet. Perhaps, after he takes a nap, I’ll find time for a snack and a book. Resolute in my decision, I watched over Quentin as he continued to play.

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Grit N Vinegar is the home of emerging writer, Alex Smith. Focusing on short stories, flash fiction, and poetry, Alex has been published in Sick Lit Magazine and often seeks out new places to submit her writing. Find me @gritNvinegar on Twitter!

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