scribblingwren avatar

Fairytales #9


Enter the third.

She arrived promptly at the prearranged time in a well buffed mini. Surveyed the street and nodded appraising at the row of well tended gardens. Her sleek blonde hair, teased into a neat bob, glinted in the June sun as she pushed open the well oiled gate to the three bear’s house.

She oozed a brisk efficiency. Ran an approving eye over the long tiled hallway. Up to the period features.

“Original coving?” She asked

“Throughout.” Assured Joe.

She cooed over light fittings. The kitchen's easy close drawers. Couldn't resist a sit in a Bauhaus inspired chair.

Be the first to comment

Sign up or Sign in to leave a comment on this drabble.