A. Agatha the Drooping Lady
She was the sort of person who just drooped through everything.
She looked tired and lonely most of the time.
Even her chest sagged onto her lap.
I think she retired. She probably died. If my calculations are correct, she’d be about 94 years old right now.
I don’t know how long you can live drooping and sagging through life like that before you just finally fall over.
I’m just thankful she didn’t drag us down with her.
This post is part of the flash fiction series, By the Letter.