The residue of the night’s party was left on the kitchen table: a layer of sticky fluid, most likely alcoholic, and dust from all manner of snack. Sara felt her head as it rung constantly, making her navigation of her home that much more difficult than it needed to be. Litter and mess had been left everywhere, clustered around the few guests that failed to make it home.
She dodged them quietly and carefully, each step planted to avoid rustling the rubbish and the mass of blankets that had collected in the living room. It smelt like sweat, smoke, and alcohol. The smell was enough to make Sara wretch, but she held fast, keen to not wake up her friends, or whomever had let themselves in during the more raucous period of the evening.
Sara pressed the button on the moving picture frame, starting up the images of the morning news broadcast. The news flitted through the headlines, cycling through the major stories and goings on. Fire at local paper mill, lost child on Sceptre Isle, explosion on Grenville Avenue. She looked closely at the story on Grenville. The agency had a number of houses on that street, and if it was anything magical, or had lingering effects the tenants would want dealt with, she and her crew might be called on today. She hoped that wouldn’t be the case, the ensuing migraine already cursing her for last night.
Today's prompt: residue
This week's worldbuilding prompt: time
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