Posts Tagged ‘micro story’

Careless

September 26, 2009

I could have sworn I closed that window. Damn. There’s wet all over the sill. Wouldn’t matter if it was the bathroom, but these nice wooden ones show marks. Should’ve stuck with the plastic if I’m going to be so careless…

Funny – there’s wet on the floor too. How’d it get so far into the room? It’s not been all that windy. Big blobs too. Mustn’t tell the children I’ve been forgetting things – have me in a home next …

Get a cloth. Don’t want to slip … another sure-fire way to the home …

Who’s there?

.. who….?

Duck!

July 10, 2008

I think I’m becoming bogged down in domestic trivia! But all that came to me were these wally ducks …

Thirty-eight years these bloody ducks have flown across the wall. Gran’s, they were. My wedding present. Took them off her own wall and parcelled them up. You could tell she thought of them as a sort of trinity – indivisible. She went and died the day after the wedding and that was that. Never felt I could get rid of them. That lead duck has a look of Gran. Something about the eye. Of course, Gran had two eyes, but this duck isn’t properly rounded, if you get me. There’s a hollow bit against the wall.

I sometimes think I can hear the creak and rush of them. But not for much longer. Wee Kelly-Anne’s getting married next week.