Appearances, by Allison Symes

She wears smart clothes, waving credit cards.

I grin when upper class twits wear holey jeans. I’ve seen the prices. The holes in mine were gained the old school way.

I usually do the east side’s post. My friend lives on the west. I’d seen pictures of her place. We adore roses. Hers are magnificent but I couldn’t believe what was on her step.

As I popped her post through, the door opened.

I gazed at her Aldi bag of old clothes.

‘I food shop there so I can splash out in town.’

I nod. We all keep up appearances.