Straightening up, she put one hand on her lower back, groaning softly.

She shouldn’t have overdone it, but the result was so satisfactory. Three hours was all it had taken and she could smile now.

The door slammed. Footsteps pounded up the stairs. She turned, smiling, just as Vijay walked in the door and stopped, open-mouthed. Her smile froze when she saw his eyes widen in horror.

“Mom what have you done?!”

“Just cleaned your room, young man. You could say ‘Thank you’,” she reproached.

“Great! I’ll never find anything now! I have a system, mom! It’s called organized chaos!”

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For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of

An Oxymoron rendered inΒ micro-fiction.

Each day’s titleΒ will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.

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39 thoughts on “Organized – #FlashFiction #AtoZChallenge

  1. Too hilarious! I’ve experienced the boy’s side before, and my reaction was quite similar. I ended up not finding anything that I wanted. Since then, I haven’t allowed anyone to clean up the organised chaos in my cupboard. πŸ˜›

  2. Gah! Ive come back to that “organized” room so many times. And within 10 minutes turned it back into an “organized mess”. No wonder my mom thought she was raising a monster πŸ˜‰

  3. If the chaos is organized then why disturb it? Both my husband and son makes a mess here but it is my turn to find stuff from that chaos. I like this story, Shailaja. Many can relate to it. πŸ™‚

  4. Familiar scene with moms and teenagers. I wonder if we moms will ever let them be. I try, but for me organised is just more important than chaos. Hopefully for them too some day!

  5. Absolutely related to this one, especially today! I am so in the same mood as this mom after D told me this morning that she “doesn’t have any socks” to wear to school. After 2 WEEKS of school holidays :P.

    1. I think pretty much every mom can relate to this one πŸ˜‰ It’s the bane of parenting, I tell you! And yes, WHY do socks disappear over the holidays? Mysteries of life!

  6. When i was in hostel my room was like your oxymorons – my roommate was fastidious and her side was super organized and mine was absolute chaos…

  7. I can relate. Mom does that here too, and I sometimes don’t know where my books end up. πŸ˜€ Neither does she.

    But she’s a sweetheart, so can’t be mad at her. πŸ˜‰

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