By Susi J Smith
The monster stands on the doorstep, a well-practised grin fixed on its face.
I shudder, forcing a smile. “Hi, Margo, come in.” I watch as the squat body is heaved up the step on dumpy legs. Braless breasts swing, chubby jowls bounce as she waddles towards the settee. “Biscuits,” she booms, lowering herself down, her bloated belly bulging.
I scurry to the kitchen, returning with a tray.
“Shop bought biscuits!” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.
I blush. “I’ll tell Don you’re here.” Straightening my crease-free top, I head for the study. Tapping lightly, I open the door: “Don, your mother’s here.”
At what point or how long does it take in-laws to move from guests to monsters? I guess it’s different for all of us who have them. Well done Susi.
Well done, you painted a real picture.
Ha ha! Perfection!! Great descriptions of the monster.
Good reasons for a divorce. Great story.
I love this one
Great image. She was already green in my head, and isn’t that the truth about bad mother-in-laws the world over!
A monster is, a monster, is a monster. You did a perfect job in painting this analogy with something that recognizable by many people.
Once again, congratulations. You present a good premise for a short story or a scene from a novel.
Thanks for all the lovely comments guys 🙂
Nice one. Great work. Enjoyed this.