Sinking feeling

1 Apr

Adelaide had changed the sheets, dusted the dresser and as the Sunday shadows grew long, she was enjoying the sound – the tinkling, crinkling, most satisfying sound – of the things in the vacuum tube. Until she realised that last was a worry doll. A Guatemalan one.

‘Oh dear,’ she thought. ‘That can’t be good.’ And in anticipation, she opened a bottle of wine. Giving it time to breathe.


3 Responses to “Sinking feeling”

  1. Cellobella April 1, 2007 at 10:19 pm #

    That Adelaide… she’s my kind of girl!

  2. Mikhela April 3, 2007 at 10:27 am #

    Well, that’s all those worries the Guatemalan doll was holding gone – sucked into the vacuum cleaner of life.

  3. ThirdCat April 3, 2007 at 4:04 pm #

    Mikehela, I hadn’t thought of it that way. So hopefully, the doll had picked up my worries by osmosis because I didn’t directly tell her any of them. Mind you, this isn’t the kind of house where too much goes unsaid, so there’s a good chance she was aware of them.

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