The Last Chore

A hand flipped over the sign and quickly slipped back inside before the door swung shut. The sign read: “Open”. A large brown mastiff had been sniffing its way down the street, sampling the odours at each address before moving on. When the animal reached the front doorstep of Dr. Battersby’s surgery it sniffed a little longer before buckling slightly at the back legs; its tail stiffened and a faraway look appeared in its eye. It finished and walked away leaving a malodorous record of its visit. The door opened, the hand flipped the sign to “Closed”, and Dr. Battersby’s housekeeper Marjorie was on the doorstep with her mop and bucket all over again.

Published in: on April 3, 2012 at 8:32 pm  Leave a Comment  

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