Of One Mind

micro flash fiction

Sarah woke up to a throbbing headache. Hopping downstairs, Clara grabbed a cup of water and some Advil. But Anna got sidetracked and burned some toast instead. Sarah stumbled back up the stairs, sluggishly got dressed. While Clara was vigorously brushing her teeth, she overheard Anna telling Sarah, “We have one mind but we can’t get anything done.” Toothbrush in hand, I sighed at us in the mirror as the headache hammered on.