Her Broom ~ A 100-word essay
I love writing 100-word essays. I try to pick a topic every day and expand on it. In this one, I remember the day and how I felt. It was sad, but it was entirely my fault. I left the broom out and I did not blame the dog!
It’s just a broom. An old broom made long ago by the blind. No, it’s not just an old broom, it belonged to my mother. She died in 2001 and always used this broom. She would sweep the carpet when she didn’t feel like dragging out the vacuum. She would sweep the front walk so that we wouldn’t track dirt into the house. Yes, it’s just her old broom made by some blind people. Her broom that I hardly ever used. Now, it’s been mauled by the dog. Sentimental fool with her sentimental half-eaten broom.
