Just Let Me Get My Shoes
This post submitted for Friday Fictioneers.
“I’m told my wife is here. ” She has wandered off again. I wonder what she has told these people since she appeared out of nowhere. Why did she take it upon herself to return my customer’s shoes? I never promised any home delivery. The doctor’s say she’s not quite right in the head. She must be expecting me since she called. Like she’s a freaking member of the family. Probably “putting on air’s” as my father used to say.
“Take a seat. She will be here in a minute.”
I hear footsteps, It must be her.