A Pox on the Patriarchy
“Sauntering sluggishly along the street, Mabel paused and slovenly adjusted her suspenders; Gordon had promised her a suet pudding afterwards if she dressed up, and she did yearn for a suet pudding. They reminded her of Mummy.”
Flash fiction at it’s very best
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