Becca lets out a long, shattered breath as she edges Richard’s Infiniti back into its designated space, what has surely got to be the most inconvenient space in the whole garage, but — she did it! Today Wine World, tomorrow (or next week) a furniture store.
She’s brought up short, hands on her hips, as she confronts the problem of transporting 36 bottles of cabernet sauvignon up 22 stories without breaking them, or needing help so everyone and the concierge knows, or making less than six trips. This is ridiculous.
It’s not like she should have to hide it anyway. It’s just to help her sleep.
This is a vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe for this week’s Six Sentence Stories blog hop. The cue was “fix.”
Fun Six Sentence Stories from other writers are here.