Flo sits with gnarled hands hanging limply in her lap. The last shift is over. No need to polish the lamp. She sighs and rests her swollen feet on the ottoman.
Tired old woman
unpins her starched cap
for the last time.
Written for the A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo
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When the Door Closes 
April 16, 2014 at 9:18 pm
interesting
April 17, 2014 at 1:51 am
thanks 🙂