Flash Fiction Friday

#flashfictionfriday 03

Judith checks the letter box twenty-five times a day and sometimes it’s still dark.

“Oh, I better check the mail,” she says, sitting down for a cuppa. Out she goes, down the front path, in her dressing gown and slippers.

“Morning Bob,” she waves.

Bob’s holding a stubby and paying the pizza delivery man. He gives an awkward nod and wave of his beer as Judith totters back inside.

Sitting down for a cuppa, Judith says, “Oh, I better check the mail. Might have bills to pay.”

Out she goes, down the path…

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