We missed Mavis and her family when they moved away. When Cindy and her hubby moved in, we were quick to invite her to be part of our little Koffee-klatch – too quick.
We were not elegant ladies, just a group of suburban mothers, worn smooth and well mannered, in our own company.
Not so Cindy! She drank hard, cursed like a trucker, smoked like it was mandatory and complained we wouldn’t let her, in our homes. She slurred every race except her white one, and constantly spouted opinions which only proved her ignorance.
We hope her nasty sting soon leaves.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.