Mel – Picture It & Write

Written for Picture It & Write. A story about treating your tools properly begins after the photos.

Genre: Horror/Humor


Katya liked to name everything. She named the refrigerator, the vacuum, and the toaster. She even named Stephen’s mops. Winny, the pink one that she gave to Stephen when too grungy for the kitchen, had gotten too grungy in the garage to use. Stephen bought a blue-headed one that Katya appropriately named Mel, after Mel Gibson in Braveheart. She liked to kid that the mops were married.

When Katya found Stephen running the saw in the garage, she said, “What’re you doing, honey?”

“I need a heavy rod to hang tools from. This is the cheapest way to go.”

“But you’re cutting off Winny’s head!”

“Haha. Funny.”

“Mel’s going to be pissed you killed his wife.”

That’s when the troubles began.

Three days later, they were eating breakfast in the kitchen. Stephen saw his mop leaning against the wall. “Honey? Were you using my mop?”


“Well one of us did.” After breakfast, he put it back in the garage.

As they returned from grocery shopping two days later, Katya found Mel leaning against the wall in the entryway. “Stephen! Would you please keep your tools in the garage?”

“What? What?”

“The mop. Why leave it here?”

“I didn’t put it there!”

One day later, they settled onto the couch to watch a movie. There was Mel the mop, leaning against the TV. It seemed to have a face that glowered with repressed anger. “Okay, this isn’t even funny any more,” said Katya.

“Yeah, this is starting to creep me out,” said Stephen. “I put it away for sure yesterday.”

This time she escorted Stephen into the garage with Mel, and watched as he chained it against the wall and locked it with a padlock. “Now it’s not going anywhere,” said Stephen with finality.

When they awoke the following morning, Katya screamed. Stephen fought his way out of the covers. “What? What?”

Mutely, Katya pointed at Mel, leaning against the bedroom wall, seemingly seething with rage. In tears, she swatted his shoulder. “It’s all your fault. You killed his wife!”

“It’s a mop!”

“It’s like in the Braveheart movie when the British killed his wife.” She swatted him again. “You’re oppressing him!”

“Am not! Anyway, Braveheart was fighting for his freedom. And how do I not oppress a mop?”

“Well do something.”

“I know what to do.” He approached Mel cautiously.

“Be careful sweetie!”

An hour later, Stephen left Mel at the curbside. Just to be sure, he placed a sign on it.

Later, Mark and Karen were walking on the sidewalk. “Oh look,” said Karen, picking up Mel. “It says it’s a Free Mop.”

“Cool,” said Mark. “I’ll cut it into pieces and use it for risers in shelves. What a lucky find!”

Each week, some fine writers in the world meet for the Picture It & Write writing challenge. The prompt is a picture with no limit on the word count. Here’s this week’s prompt:


About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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18 Responses to Mel – Picture It & Write

  1. julie says:

    “Unite the mop clans!”


  2. idiotprufs says:

    “You may take our lives, but you will never take our ability to clean up a child’s vomit.”


  3. Al says:


    So brilliant


  4. tedstrutz says:

    What is with you?


  5. Indira says:

    I never thought anyone can write so interesting story with a mop. Sorry, I forgot EA can do any thing. Good advice, take care of your tools but don’t make them husband and wife. Very funny.


    • EagleAye says:

      Yeah, hen your tools are husband and wife, it’s best not to cut the head off one. Just don’t let them get married. 😉 Thanks for your kind words. I’m blushing and smiling. 🙂


  6. penshift says:

    Mel Gibson: aspiring Mop.


  7. I’d be freaked out too. The expression on that mop’s face is all business. 🙂


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