A Day in the Life / October 27
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morrobay1990Title: A Day in the Life / October 27
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Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 220
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
When it came -- thirty cents -- he pinned it up in his trailer, brass-headed tack in each corner. Below it he drove a nail and on the nail he hung the wire hanger and the two old shirts suspended from it.
He didn’t mind so-called domestic chores except for laundry, he hated that, so when Junior’d offered, a few years back, to do it for him, he took her up on it right away, her saying she did so much what was one or two more loads, him saying just wash and dry, you don’t have to fold it, but she always did and when he picked it up, the oval wicker basket was packed with his towels, socks and underwear neatly stacked, along with five clean shirts, (six, if he’d gone with her to church last Sunday, which he hardly ever did, and he wore Friday's shirt on Saturday)....hanging on the same five wire hangers he always brought with him.
On the Saturdays he didn’t work, which he didn’t today, he went to the little store where Alma used to work, picked up enough stuff to get him through the week...lunchmeat and white bread, chicken and hamburger, soup, coffee, milk, Coke in bottles, Bud in cans.
Once home all the groceries got put away, and he’d usually open up the lunchmeat and have a sandwich and a Coke, then the clean towels and wash rags were put up in the tiny cupboard in the bathroom, socks and underwear in the top dresser drawer...clean shirts hung in the closet...the others remained outside, of course, along with the postcard, where he could see them.........
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 220
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
When it came -- thirty cents -- he pinned it up in his trailer, brass-headed tack in each corner. Below it he drove a nail and on the nail he hung the wire hanger and the two old shirts suspended from it.
He didn’t mind so-called domestic chores except for laundry, he hated that, so when Junior’d offered, a few years back, to do it for him, he took her up on it right away, her saying she did so much what was one or two more loads, him saying just wash and dry, you don’t have to fold it, but she always did and when he picked it up, the oval wicker basket was packed with his towels, socks and underwear neatly stacked, along with five clean shirts, (six, if he’d gone with her to church last Sunday, which he hardly ever did, and he wore Friday's shirt on Saturday)....hanging on the same five wire hangers he always brought with him.
On the Saturdays he didn’t work, which he didn’t today, he went to the little store where Alma used to work, picked up enough stuff to get him through the week...lunchmeat and white bread, chicken and hamburger, soup, coffee, milk, Coke in bottles, Bud in cans.
Once home all the groceries got put away, and he’d usually open up the lunchmeat and have a sandwich and a Coke, then the clean towels and wash rags were put up in the tiny cupboard in the bathroom, socks and underwear in the top dresser drawer...clean shirts hung in the closet...the others remained outside, of course, along with the postcard, where he could see them.........
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duties
Date: 2012-10-27 04:18 pm (UTC)Re: duties
Date: 2012-10-27 04:28 pm (UTC)thanks for reading, and for all your comments, they are very much appreciated! I mean it!!