She disliked banks, so she secretly kept all her savings in her mattress.
After spending a weekend in Tirol, she returned home only to find her mattress gone, and in its place, a new one, red and fluffy.
‘Happy birthday mom!’ her daughter said proudly. ‘Like my present?’
She screamed.
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Good lesson in that! ~SueBee
Is it SueBee or Kat or both?
That reply was from just me, SueBee. Kat signs her name when she’s writing. 🙂
Hahaha!
Good! 🙂
Where is the old mattress 😀
Rubbish dump!
Moral: Keep your money in your brassiere like any smart woman. Also, I am intrigued by your decision to make the mattress red. Is there some symbolism here? (blood, fertility, love)
I write. Others must interpret. 😉
oh me oh my
I agree with Nicki, a red matress is very very unusual… But unusual is common in your tales Vincent. I loved it!
I wonder, who she hates more now..?
Herself? 🙂
Good answer. Or? I wouldn’t trust banks either… In fact, when you start digging & finding out how the world runs, you realize there’s no one you can trust less.
Nor should one trust a woman who wears leopard spots. 😉
Hm… I don’t know where that belief comes from…
😐
Good one! I hadn’t known that 50 words can make a story and still feel so complete.
Bravo! This is one of my favorites.
My first visit to your blog and you have me laughing already. Sign me lady without a hat 🙂
your stories inspire me… i am trying my best to do…thank you