Dirty Laundry
The woman came storming out of her house straight over to number 24. She buzzed the electronic buzzer and waited. At least 5 minutes passed before the door opened. Sharon stood there staring at Maggie eye ball to eye ball.
Maggie was pissed to the max, she had been suffering this for ages and had to get it out of her system.
“Sharon, your a fucking slag your always airing your dirty laundry for every body to see”.
Sharon took a long tight pull on a fag and blew out a smoke ring with another tube of smoke straight through it into Maggie's face.
“Why don't just fuck off and mind your own business”, she said in reply.
Maggie just looked at her with an evil glint in her eye then turned and pointed at the swirly ring in the front garden, covered in red bras, sexy lingerie and even a nurses outfit.
“I know your a whore, why do you have to blatantly show it off to everyone in the street” Maggie said.
“Well my dear,” said Sharon, drawing another pull on her fag and holding it in, before opening her mouth in a graspy, grainy vocal of someone who had been smoking 40 a day since she was 12.
“Everyone's got to make a living my dear,” she blew the smoke right out into Maggie's face. “And I guess you just don't like mine. Probably coz no-one would pay you a few quid to lay on your back you minger”, and with that she slammed the door and went back upstairs.
Maggie was fuming but couldn't do much, she turned and looked at the whirly covered in dirty knickers and bras and walked up to it.
She took one last look back at Sharon's shag pad and then turned back to the dirty laundry, ripping it from the whirly, and pulling it apart piece by piece, after 5 minutes the whirly was empty and there was a pile of dirty laundry sitting on Sharon's garden.
“Fuck her”, thought Maggie as she stormed off to her house across the road, she was grated severely by those hurtful words, thoughts racing around her mind about what her neighbour had said to her.
She got to her front door and took a deep breath before opening it. She was sure she could get more than a couple of quid if she put herself out there for Sharon's line of work, then she looked down at her long floral dress and her red knitted cardigan. Maybe not she thought, but then again who would want to?
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