By Kate Jones
My mother always vacuumed in her underwear.
If she did the cleaning on a Saturday morning, she’d be caught wearing her old, faded, chewing-gum-white bra and discoloured pants. Sunday afternoon was reserved for the best stuff—a fancy black lace bra and the matching Marks and Sparks cami-knickers.
If the doorbell rang while she was vacuuming, she would happily pad down to the front door, flinging it wide open to greet the postman with an even wider smile. Like nothing was unusual. Like everybody did it.
I couldn’t help thinking the postman could easily use the letterbox once in a while.
That is one charming woman 🙂 l loved the chewing-gum-white description and the end was fantastic. Brilliant work Kate.
Thanks Jyothi, glad you enjoyed it – it was fun to write:)
Loved it! Naughty postman 🙂
Thanks! Can’t blame him, right?!:)
Fun, and hooray for the post office! Heck, I’d deliver on Sundays, too, if I had her route.
Thanks Tony – was a LOT of fun to write! 🙂
A tiny snapshot of action but says oodles about this person. Quite a portrait. Good flash.
Thanks for such lovely comments, Vesna!:)
Fun, enjoyable and great ending. Nice work!
Thanks Lisa – I enjoyed writing it a lot!:)
Entertaining all the way through and great punch line. LOL
Thanks Barry – glad you enjoyed it:)
Humorous story, well told. Thanks.
Thanks Bobby:)
Who came on Sunday?
Ah…good question! Maybe that should be the sequel…?:)
This is fabulous. Very nice last line 🙂