And I can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened, had I not cleaned up the spilt milk I was crying over.

It would’ve curdled and festered on this cheap linoleum floor, mixing with the dead skin and hair that falls from me, from the dog. I think I even dropped food down there, once or twice. That would have soured too. Becoming green with mould and those bacteria I learnt about at school, in my Food Technology class.

What would’ve happened if I did not mop the floor?

I would’ve decayed with the milk that I had been crying over, becoming more rotten each day.

A friend came over a week ago and spilt some milk as well. She cried and I helped her sop it up with some useless paper towel.

I wonder what would’ve happened if I had left my milk there with hers? Would they have joined forces? Would the bacteria have combined to make a bigger mess? Something larger to cry about, on that cheap linoleum floor.


A scummy build up of milk no longer soils my floor, but I still cry over that spilt milk some days.