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
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
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.