TWENTY-SOMETHING
Dora had built the perfect life.
Henry returned each evening from the city to a
sparkling home and the smell of something delicious cooking. Dora fitted her
translating work seamlessly around school runs, entertained Henry’s clients,
and did a fortnightly stint at a charity shop.
Then she found condoms in Henry’s car and her world
wobbled. She tried to prop it up with his favourite meals, a different
hairstyle and a new negligee, but it was too late.
A twenty-something brunette had blown in like a
hurricane, reducing Dora’s carefully constructed edifice to a heap of crumpled
wreckage.
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There have been some strong winds blowing round here recently, though the only damage we suffered was to a tower of runner beans, which are now propped up horizontally on my neighbour's fence. I have spoken to the plants gently in the hope that the shock will not have stunted the growth of their babies.
Thanks to Rochelle for the photo of her own minor disaster which prompted this week's stories, and for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/
