Mrs Fledgler's Duty, Humour writing
Posted: Sunday, June 06, 2010
by Carol Fernandez
Mrs Fledgler reposes comfortably in a large overstuffed chair. Her several abdomens settle down with her after a minute or two, and cease spontaneous momentum. Her hair sits suitably stiffened with laquor and grey curls squat equidistant from her ears bilaterally and at precision angle.
The ladies set to, discussing thrillingly ‘who has just deceased’, for Mrs Fledgler has cunningly drawn rings around suitable candidates for analysis with a red felt pen. As she emphasises her words, her yellow hat shifts dangerously, looking quite like a diseased, oddly coloured and rather desperate parrot.
Enter the husband. He is rather slack and grey looking as though he has been placed in the hot wash too many times, but his piece de resistance is a thick, ginger, fecund moustache that it settles itself around his top lip like a furry mammal, and dips itself into his soup like a tasting devise.
Mrs Fledgler knows it is Friday and mentally prepares herself for the forthcoming ordeal. She has applied an extra layer of pink toned face powder in case the top layer becomes displaced in the activity. She wipes the lipstick from the rim of the rose tea cup and goes to finish the washing up .
She sighs deeply and starts to adjust her stays and ponders the merits of Christian duty...
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)You're amazing at painting a picture. I feel as if I watched this scene. Thanks, I hope there's more...
Good descriptive writing Carol- could see the whole scene. I wonder if you realize that in the first paragraph you present a perfect picture of Her Majesty Elizabeth II. That's what I saw anyway LOL. Enjoyed this- Always- Ella
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