Sunday, November 15, 2009
Short Fiction for Guests of the WordFeeder
7:38 PM. In an urban neighborhood of multi-million dollar townhomes, Mrs. Cheung, the family’s live-in housekeeper, pushes the left door to the first floor study all the way open. The woman of the house sits behind the antique kitchen table she uses as a desk, her laptop open, papers strewn about with little semblance of order. Her husband is slumped in the corner of their leather sofa, his tie and shirt loose about his neck, his hair, what was left of it, flopping as if it hadn’t been combed since he’d showered that morning, because it hadn’t, his feet up on the ottoman he’d rolled over from the matching chair a few feet away…
“Can I get either of you anything before we close the kitchen for the evening?”
Rubbing her face with the whole of her hand, she thought for only a moment before responding. “No thank you, Delores. I’ll get a yogurt or something before I go up. ..Long day for all of us. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night then,” she said, smiling politely.
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