‘Mrs Radley, you really should open your windows more often. Look at the flies.’
I opened a window.
‘And get some air freshener. It smells so-’
My face contorted.
‘You’d feel a lot less lonely if you tried making more conversation. Sometimes I feel as though I’m talking to myself.’
I flicked the duster along the back of Mrs Radley’s chair. Specks settled on her soft white hair. I swiped along the arm and around her mottled hand.
Mrs Radley was grinning at me. Her dentures were on her chest and a bluebottle was regurgitating on her left eyeball.
Frenchie about 10 years ago
I love it .
Helen Laycock about 10 years ago
Thanks, francine!
Hope you weren't eating at the time!
Peter Muscutt almost 10 years ago
Only read this recently...great stuff and nice twist at the end.
Helen Laycock almost 10 years ago
Glad you 'enjoyed' it, zombiekiller!