Exhausted, weary, and worn out, Jan walked tiredly into her house at the end of a long, seemingly endless day at work. She slipped off her dark ebony shoes at the door and plodded unenthusiastically toward the kitchen. All she wanted was an icy cold soda and something sugary saccharine—maybe there was leftover cake in the shiny stainless steel refrigerator.
“Ow!” she exclaimed loudly. She lifted up her left foot to examine curiously what had caused her such sudden, sharp, acute pain. Embedded firmly in the tender flesh of her heel was one minuscule Lego, left over from her young nephew’s visit the previous day before.
Pat drudged through a seemingly endless abyss of adverbs and adjectives that plunged her brain into the deep vortex of unnecessary words. *gag* (sorry about my brain's gag reflex)
Here it goes ... and without reading anyone else's ...
Jan's keys slipped to the carpet as she leaned against the door. She closed her eyes and took in the comforting fragrance of her home. She tried to kick off her shoes but her feet were swollen so she dropped her purse and groaned a sigh of relief as she tossed them in the corner. All she wanted to do was still the buzz twirling in her head. It had been a long day.
"Coke and cake. It's a start." she said, starring at nothing down the hall.
"Owwwoooo!" she yelped into the silence as she began the short trek toward the kitchen.
Jan hopped to her comfy rocker to examine her left foot to see what caused such searing pain. "That twerp." she smiled. "I told him to make sure he got each piece."
There embedded in her heel was one tiny Leggo piece her nephew overlooked.
"Oh well." she said to her imperial furry friend who came barreling into the room, twitching her agitation, "Coke and cake, how 'bout it Chaunc? You up for some tuna?"
Jan made her way to the fridge hobbling on the ball of her foot, Chauncey beat her there with the regal sway of a queen ... for she never followed behind.
(Too long I know, but I got carried away. It was Chauncey's fault.)