This story is derived from a real experience and telling my eldest daughter about the rather strange goings-on, she suggested the creepy reason. Thanks, Marthe for the inspiration 🙂
Two paintings for this one because I like them both. The first is by Théo Van Rysselberghe, the second by Marta Shmatava
It began with my toothbrush. It always seemed to be damp when I used it in the morning. My irritation that somebody else had been using my toothbrush ended up provoking irritation in the rest of the family.
“What is wrong with you, Mother? Why would I use your poxy supermarket toothbrush when I have a custom made model from the chemist?”
Nobody, of course, had used my toothbrush. Why would they? It was ridiculous. It was ridiculous too that either of my daughters would have pinched my earrings, my laughably old-fashioned earrings that had belonged to my mother.
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