Kirk knocked on the apartment door. The super said 3607 had asked specifically for him, problem unknown. Growing up, Kirk’s mother had called him her “apple blossom”. Now here he was in the Big Apple working maintenance - a turn of a wrench, a twist of a screwdriver – but secretly dreaming of silk frills and high tea. The door opened and his heart began thumping. Stern, demanding, her cigarette smoke caressing the air in lazy swirls, 3607 smiled knowingly. She handed him a large pink dress and lace gloves. Weak in the knees, he entered and she closed the door.
Republished 13 Aug 2020: https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com/2020/08/throwback-thursday-not-funny-today-old.html
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