Minnie opened her mouth to say ‘Welcome to the Lilac Bower,’ but stopped before she made it to the second syllable, clapped her mouth shut and slammed the door. The slam wasn’t loud enough. Nor did it rattle the plastic skeleton hanging on the back of the door. She was tempted to open it and really give it a good swing, but that would mean setting eyes on a man she didn’t care to ever see again. Five decades hadn’t been long enough.The doorbell rang again, and Minnie wondered if she could disconnect it. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
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Six Sentence Sunday