Key? Where was the stupid thing? Then she spotted it, gleaming steel releasing itself from the depths of her bag, falling out and dropping through the grating.
She upended her handbag and tipped the contents on to the doorstep. She remembered putting her key in there when she set off this morning. Definitely. ‘Ditsy Daisy’, they used to call her, but, now she had a job and her own flat, she was trying harder. She’d read in a self-help article online that you don’t lose things if you keep them in the same place. Routine is key.
Key? Where was the stupid thing? Then she spotted it, gleaming steel releasing itself from the depths of her bag, falling out and dropping through the grating.
JD Clapp
21/4/2023 02:48:22 pm
This story hit close to home--you could have been writing about my mother!
Rashna Tessa Walton
21/4/2023 03:03:58 pm
Oops , done that.
Sue Clayton
24/4/2023 06:24:54 am
Shoals of sympathy. Comments are closed.
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