Yesterday I was standing in the kitchen, doing the ironing and staring out of the window when the idea for this story bounced into my head. It’s only 100 words, so please read, and let me know what you think?
This Boring Life
Helen took another shirt from the basket. As she folded it and mechanically ran the iron over it, she gazed out at the garden. It needed weeding, and the bird feeder was empty.
She sighed. How did she end up in this dead end job? She had wanted something so different when she was younger.
Still, there was no helping it now, this short visit to her mum’s house would be over soon and then it was back to the city. A television appearance tonight, then back to L.A. to start shooting her latest film.
Boring!