Cleanliness is next to godliness.
So I was ordained.
I did not wish to realize what soon would become my mission – no, not at first. However, upon mahogany framed photographs, cabinetry and desktops and once brilliant sheens of glass, I glimpsed smudge laden impressions, shrilling so loudly in defiance, that no longer could I deny my calling.
When first I arrived, t’was the maid I suspected of carelessness.
The maid – the latex so snug round each of her delicate fingers; how I adored the brisk snap of glove at her wrist. The maid – whose pores emanated the addictive rich luster of lemon and pine. Yes, at first I suspected the maid of carelessness, of inattention to detail, but – forgive me – that notion occurred before God came to me, before He revealed the goodness of her aseptic heart. All too clearly then, I recognized the…
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Thank you so much for reblogging my story! I hope you enjoyed it 🙂
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You’re very welcome, Joseph. I like your writing style, too. @v@ ❤
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That’s very kind of you to say 🙂
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