Karen Montgomery
Stories (4/0)
Ugly is just skin deep.
I could hear the cooing and wonderous exclamations from outside, quickening my pace, I flung open the wire door and scooped the eggs from my sloppy joe as quickly as I could, grinning widely as I dumped the eggs in a basket and attempted greet my family whom I hadn't seen for years and who had suddenly appeared in my loungeroom. But nobody seemed to notice I was there, they didn't hear my excited welcomes or feel my presence in any shape or form. They were too engulfed in the thing they were inspecting on the lounge, which I had no way of getting to, for the crowd who stubbornly and greedily blocked my view, let alone my path.
By Karen Montgomery2 years ago in Fiction
My Best Friend Ingaborg
She landed on my doorstep like a long lost friend, demanding I sell her one of my prized Silver or Gold hard to source chooks.I was a little taken aback, as I had never met this rattled woman in a dirty long skirt and a very large boob before.
By Karen Montgomery3 years ago in Fiction