Sheila snugged her left glove around her wrist, then secured the right one. She adjusted her face covering, opened the door and stepped forth. Into the dangers of the day? No. Gloves and veiled hats were the style of the times in 1958.
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Sheila prepared to step out the door to catch the bus to work. She pulled on her gloves. Her face was already partially covered. She took a deep breath. Exhaled. Drew in another. Now out the door to meet the day. What would this day hold? Working in the city presented its challenges.
Sheila snugged her left glove around her wrist, then secured the right one. She adjusted her face covering, opened the door and stepped forth. Into the dangers of the day? No. Gloves and veiled hats were the style of the times in 1958.
patti normile
15/5/2020 01:11:42 pm
Thanks, Don, for the affirmation.
Sue Clayton
16/5/2020 06:44:09 am
So clever, Patti. I laughed out loud at the closing sentence.
patti normile
16/5/2020 01:07:08 pm
Thanks, Sue.The image of a 20-yeaar-old going to work in hat [with feather!] and white gloves makes me laugh out loud, too. Comments are closed.
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