The Wreck

The wreck is still here. Caitlyn knew it wouldn't have disappeared or even less likely been picked up, but seeing it there was different then hearing it be made. It was almost as disturbing. A broken plate, the cutlery drawer open with forks and spoons and knives in the wrong places, bread, jam and peanut butter on the counter with the tops missing next to a dirty plate and knife. On the floor near the sink was a broken bowl from sixth grade art.
'She couldn't have. She didn't.' Caitlyn ignored the mess and and knelt next to her bowl. She picked up the two largest pieces of it, smaller chips falling and she tried to hold the two pieces back together. Two months or art classes three times a week and forfeited study halls it had taken her. When she'd seen it fired and glazed she'd been prouder than anything. Even though she was in the ninth grade now it was still the best thing that had ever come out of any art class.
She put the pieces down. Super glue wasn't going to fix it. Even trying to glue it back together would be a total waste of time. Caitlyn blinked hard, realizing that she was about to cry. It was a silly thing to cry about, since it was never going to be fixed. it was still ruined. And it had been ruined by someone who'd once said it was gorgeous. Someone was might come back soon.
Caitlyn picked up the big pieces and carried them into the dining room and put them on the table, brushing away any tears. They were stupid, anyway. She went back into the into the kitchen and, stepping over the chips of her bowl. She picked up the broken plate and put the pieces in the trash, spotting the the peanut butter and jam tops. She re-capped them and put them in the fridge. She wrapped the bread and put it in the bread drawer. She washed the dirty plate, making sure it was perfectly clean. She rearranged all the forks, spoons, and knives in their correct places. She swept up the shards of broken bowl and plate and wiped down the counter.
The kitchen was clean, nothing out of place but Caitlyn.