Thank you for so many lovely, supportive comments over the past couple of weeks. I continue to have my hands literally and metaphorically full with the boys, but I love writing and your support means a lot. Today’s FF picture is Rochelle’s own; the words are mine and come with a slight language / blasphemy warning.
A Spiteful God
Janey was superstitious about them things; went f’in’ crazy if I said anythin’ was good.
“Nice weather, eh, Janey?”
“Don’t spoil it,” she’d say, like God might hear an’ send rain just t’spite me. I thought she was being soft.
It was her what said it in the end. “Job for life,” she said when them toffs took ‘er on to clean house. “Just the lights’ll take a decade,” she said.
“Aye, life,” said God, rubbin’ ‘is hands at catchin’ ‘er out. Eight days on, she’s up a ladder polishin’ one minute, stone cold on the marble floor the next.