Miss Betty sighed deeply as she navigated her rusty pickup through the stone gates of the mansion. It’s a good thing Alvin wasn’t sitting next to her today, because when his wife sighed like that he liked to watch her rich brown breasts expand out of the neckline of her cotton wash dress and shine like two plump garden aubergines. 737 more words
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The child saw it first.
“Look, Momma,” she cried. “A present! Someone left me a present because tomorrow is my birthday!” The toddler fairly danced her way over to the corner of the subway platform beside the escalator, chubby arms churning to speed her along. 372 more words
Beware! I feel a rant coming on…
Coming out of my house yesterday morning, unashamedly sitting there waiting on me at the end of our little path was a cheeky little dog turd.If I had a dog, or if any of my near neighbours do then I could mark it down as just being ‘one of those things’ but none of us do, in fact there are possibly only a couple in our street of exactly 100 houses. 524 more words
When I was a little girl, my daddy worked in a magical place as the manager of an appliance store filled with gleaming, shiny machines which did all sorts of things: they grated, ironed, washed clothes, toasted bread, played music—tasks which had done by hand before could now be automated, made easier, and performed in far less time than people ever dreamed possible. 619 more words