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Mrs Elys Travesty #27


Now why did I come upstairs? She shook herself. The girls are asleep, she mumbled, I won't disturb them now. I'll have a good clean tomorrow morning.
She tiptoed into their bedroom and found their dresses on the floor. They were dry but she'd put them in the drier for ten minutes to make sure, then- no wait, she'd do them tomorrow morning. She'd already decided that, hadn't she? Hadn't she? Yes.
She closed their door quietly behind her then gently patted the windowsill and walked back downstairs.
Yes, and flowers for tomorrow. For Carl. I must remember flowers tomorrow.

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    Christopher 8 months ago

    There is a claustrophobic air to this story that is undeniable. You can really feel the walls of misery closing in on her at an alarming rate. Great job, Drew.

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    Neville Hunt 7 months ago

    Hear, hear!

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    Drew Martyn 7 months ago

    Thank you both :)

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