There was nowhere else to put them, and she wasn’t ready to throw them away.
Every day she took a fresh shirt from its hanger, washed it, hung it out to dry. Watching the empty shape of him billow in her back yard.
Wondering if the neighbours knew.
P.S. What better way to mark my 555th post than with a 55 word story?
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I get to write the first comment :)!! nice one!!
Congratulations! Loved the story.
sheer brilliance as always 2x3x7.
Excellent post.
I know of people who were actually counting. Wish I'd been one of them :)
Numbers are nice things.
Loved it..
you chose ur 55 wrds well
if the neighbours were actually watching, what would they make of the fact that he never wore pants?
This story is, of course, much more subtle than that.. after all, what better way to mark your 555th post than by writing about 555 washing powder, and not mentioning that fact!
Waiting for #666..
K
wow, 555th ..A big Congrats
anon: Thanks
shoe-fiend: Thanks. The 555 post thing isn't really an event, of course. I just happened to be posting this and noticed that it was the 555th post.
anon2: Thanks
abhilasha: Thanks
tharunya: me, I don't like numbers that much. they have an annoying way of contradicting the things I think in my head.
scout: thanks
n: thanks
tr: :-). They'd probably assume (correctly) that the pants would be going to the cleaners, along with the suit jacket. It's the lack of underwear that would really get them talking.
K: Ah, so you figured it out. Yes, it's true - my blog is a means of sending subliminal message about detergents. Coming up: a post about Sylvia Plath's Ariel.
swathi: Thanks
Coming up: a post about Sylvia Plath's Ariel.
lol! all that surfing, for this?
TR: What can I say? There is a Tide in the affairs of men.
loved it!
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