Short Story: Morning Racket

Saturday morning begins with a chill in the air and a racket downstairs. Eyes still sticky with sleep, she wraps her still warm blanket around her and heads down the stairs.

She finds her brother in a kitchen that’s been turned inside out.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Have you seen my nudiustertian cookies?”

She stares. He rubs his arms nervously.

“Is that not how the word’s used?” he asks in a small voice.

“Bro, I can’t tell. I don’t even know what it means.”

Awkward silence descends. She rubs the heel of her hand against her eyes. Her body might be awake, but her brain sure isn’t.

“Have you seen the cookies I bought the day before yesterday?” her brother finally clarifies.

“The ginger ones? Red tin box?”

Her brother nods.

“Left cupboard above the fridge.”

Looking sceptical but desperate, her brother pulls a stool over and climbs up. A happy cry fills the air.

“Thanks, sis.”

She replies with a wave and turns away.

Time to go back to bed.


Genre: slice of life


Nudiustertian – day before yesterday. Please note that I don’t actually know if it’s used properly because it was hard to find examples online Xl

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