Saturday, September 13, 2014

The Gap Years.

Two not so yummy mummies with babes expensively suspended.
One  in full on black high performance lycra stands  her foot hefted  up at a steep angle on the outdoor table, in the courtyard of  a gourmet food store. The other sits.
Well I work for him 3 days a week, it has worked out really well. Really well.
Oh that is so good, the seated woman says bleakly to the black running shoe.
And then I have my own business of course,  two days a week. Training.
Training what? The seated woman asks finally lifting her eyes from the shoe.

1 comment:

  1. Sorry Louise but I can't make any sense at all of your flash Fiction story 'Voulez Vous' - your usual stuff looks great