(921) Dressed For Dinner

There was something strange going on in the house. Everyone seemed quiet as a mouse. I was a little uneasy walking through the living room when I heard somewhat of a boom, boom. To my surprise, standing at the top of the stairs was old Mrs. McClurry, dressed in her wares. Dressed for dinner in a mink coat long to the floor, sashing and swaying headed toward the front door. A close-up view was very distressing, her makeup was rather depressing. She turned, looked and smiled at me, winked and opened her coat you see. Oh dear, I was in shock, for underneath she wore no frock. Just another work day in this old nursing home, now and again a tenant will roam. (A True Story) Written: June 27,2007