Clarice’s Apron

Clarice’s Apron

March 11, 2020 Off By Lisa

Clarice wiped her hands on her apron for the fortieth time that day. After many hours of doing, she was ready to sit, to read perhaps, or to reflect.

“This is not my life,” she might once have said.

She never imagined this version of Clarice. Never allowed herself to consider it. But life changes, she thought, and so do we.

Almost as quickly as she learned that an apron is truly practical and not merely old-fashioned, she found herself in love with this Clarice.

“This is my life,” she said and hung the apron on the pantry door.

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Written in response to March 5, 2020, flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about Clarice. She can be any Clarice real, historical, or imagined. What story does she have for you to tell? Go where she may lead!

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