Malee remained in that position till the discussion between Mary and Georgia had completed. All that she could remember was that there were voices talking about dresses and shoes. By the time her senses had fully woken up, Mary had left the room, leaving Georgia to pick up another book. Malee felt her whole body…
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Writers’ Journal #169 – Fried Potato – 53
Malee silently paced up and down the room so as not to disturb Georgia. She could feel her confidence rising with each step and even though the pain didn’t disappear from her ankles, she could ignore them. Eventually, she went out and attempt the staircase again. Malee walked over to the door and turned the…
Writers’ Journal #168 – Fried Potato – 52
Malee stood up and walked into the kitchen with Malee and her son, Michael, carefully looking at her legs. Once she came into the kitchen, Malee could see the smoke rising from the dishes. She sat down at her usual place and looked around the table. It seemed everyone was aware of her ordeals under…
Writers’ Journal #167 – Fried Potato – 51
“High Heels?” asked Michael once he saw that Malee was holding her ankles. Malee could only nod in response to the question. Michael walked over to her and picked up Malee in his arms, to the surprise of Malee. She thought he wasn’t strong enough to carry her at all. “Georgia had done it again.”…
Writers’ Journal #166 – Fried Potato – 50
Malee took the book from Georgia’s hand and sat down at the nearest chair. She then held the book and started flipping through the pages. As Georgia said, it was a picture puzzle book by a man called “MENSA”, whom Malee had never heard before. He must have been pretty bored to come out with…
Writers’ Journal #165 – Fried Potato – 49
Malee saw George’s head turned to her in shock as she fell back and the wine cup slipped from her hand. She was not only going to fall but make a mess of it. It was the worst scenario since her cart slammed into the back of the car. She felt the tears swelling in…
Writers’ Journal #164 – Fried Potato – 48
Malee turned around and bowed. Georgia looked frustrated, and Malee knew what it meant. But then again, she had never worn high heels in her life before. Georgia stood up. “Look at me.” Georgia said as she gracefully walked around the room in her own high heels. “You are walking too fast and too far. You…
Writers’ Journal #161 – Fried Potato – 45
Malee gave a quick nod to Mary and went down to the cellar for a quick shower and changed to a new uniform before running up to Georgia’s room. She hesitated for a while, pondering whether to pull down the handle to open the door herself or to knock on the door. She could open…
Writers’ Journal #160 – Fried Potato – 44
Mary stood aside for Malee and the translator to come into the room and then after Malee had placed the bag on the table, signalled her to leave the room with her. Malee nodded and left George with the elderly gentleman and followed Mary outside of the room after closing the door. “Malee, next time,…
Writers’ Journal #159 – Fried Potato – 43
But there was no time to wonder about Malee because she would have to attend to other urgent matters, such as breakfast for the twins. The guests would be arriving in a few day times and everyone would need to start playing their parts in advance and not on the day itself. With much haste,…