Little liquid noise

‎"There must be something wrong when the little liquid noise the olive oil makes in the bottle you've just reached for in the cupboard makes you feel good for the millisecond it takes your brain to process that it doesn't come from a bottle of wine," she thought.

The girl under the bed

She has been there for twenty years, lying in the dust, belly to the floor, head on her arms. There was no call for dinner that day. No hand searching for a shoe ever touched her. She remains unrescued, an object unclaimed. Nonsense, some say. ‘The girl under the bed,’ some whisper, ‘stay away.’