KonMari, the Cabinet and the Cliché – Flash Fiction
Another freakin’ candle. How many was that now? I’d lost count after the eleventh one. I read the embossed label. Leather and cedar infusion – what the…? “Okay, candle. Thank you for…I don’t know what, and goodbye.” I chuck the candle into the donation box. I was nearly finished with the fourth KonMari category, komono, or miscellaneous items. Now you won’t find any Instagram posts of my perfect rows of underwear and fitting sheets standing to attention in their origami-like …