This is my 5th Short Story for you - a 10 min read. This one is especially for my sis : )
How to Survive in a Highland Village
Dinah was carrying two gifts. She could have put them down on the doorstep to open the door but, not being a slim woman, this would have been too problematic, she’d decided. So, with the Wandering Sailor cushioned against her chest, she softly knocked, awkwardly turned the knob and elbowed the front door open.
‘Oh!’ said the startled occupant. She wasn’t expecting that.
‘Oh!’ repeated a startled Dinah. She wasn’t expecting that!
The occupant was leaning against the mantelpiece, glass in hand, and had been viewing her backside in a floor-length mirror that was propped against the sitting room wall. Two things immediately intrigued Dinah. (And she would discuss this, in detail, later with Nancy.)
- Why was the newcomer drinking at 8.40am?
- And why was she wearing a saucy tight black-lacy teddy with dangling suspenders and purple satin bows, when her daytime attire was flowing floor-length voluminous hippie skirts?
