Sunday, March 22, 2009

Off the Cuff


At the top end of Markham Street, well away from the shops and clubs, where the commercial properties bleed into residential townhouses, lives an old woman*. She has no Sight, does not hear ghosts, is not a witch or a supernatural creature or even related to one. She is a seamstress and an open minded one at that. She has no qualms about making a satin evening gown for a burly fireman or a black opera cloak for a lady with a lisp. She was, however, taken aback when Harold took her his favourite shirt after it was shredded by a dog** and asked her to “sew a shirt on this cuff.”



*’old’ is relative. She’s older than Harold, anyway.
** Ahem.

4 comments:

aims said...

Yup - made me laugh once again!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Super!

stephanie said...

*chuckles* I can imagine she was taken aback. Bless her, I'm sure she did it, too. I hope he paid her well!

Leatherdykeuk said...

If she didn't slap him!