Friday Fictioneers: Glasses
Mimi stood on the porch patting her head.
“What?” Tom asked.
“I forgot where I left my glasses.”
“Where were you last?”
Kitchen was clean except for one cup of tea.
“Found them,” Tom said. “They’re on the book you were reading.”
“I remember. I was reading when I decided on tea. I got up and had to go to the bathroom. Shirley called while I was waiting on the tea. Then I went outside to listen to the birds and remembered my book. Retirement life sure is complicated.”
“Fancy a walk?”
“Yes, soon as I find my shoes.”
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