“Sarah! Wake up, momma is going to be mad at us if we don’t clean up this kitchen!”
No this can’t be happening again, it can’t be!
She feels someone shake her and she reluctantly opens her eyes. Saree is staring at her. They are both younger than the last time I saw them.
“Momma?” Momma is dead! I am having one terrible nightmare.
“Momma said this kitchen better be cleaned up before she got home. Look at this mess. At least you helped finish the cookies before you went to sleep.” Yeah, sleep!
This piece is exactly 100 words.