Aunt Charlotte being a very fastidious person, I am on
tenterhooks about a slip.
The brownies and cookies are baked to perfection.
Darjeeling tea is ready to be
brewed. The expensive crockery is laid on the
table. The curtains match with sofa
upholstery.
How did I miss this? I
station the wooden-stool and hitch my dress high to climb
despite feeling
giddy. I am busy cleaning the ceiling-fan. The landline-phone springs to
life.
I lower myself huffing, losing my balance to fall on the
phone. I just pick the receiver.
“Okay Aunt”, I mumble.
She has cancelled her visit.
Written for : Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction. Thanks Charli Mills.
google pic
No comments:
Post a Comment
please show some love......