I’ve got the day off work today, so plenty of time to dedicate to a fantastic foray into Friday Fiction (sorry, I seem to have gone alliteration-mad lately).
Last week I cheated massively by hyphenating the entire last sentence, but this week I’ve been good and there’s not a single hyphen (even though I was sorely tempted).
Oh, and despite my threats, Helena, nobody dies this week
Spring Cleaning in Santa Zita
The townsfolk of Santa Zita were a bunch of lazy bastards who couldn’t be arsed to maintain the exteriors of their homes. Instead, once a year, the mayor selected a handful of men to accompany him on a pilgrimage to the highest mountain in the land, to pray to the Great Cleaning Lady In The Sky.
‘Oh Majestic Domestic,’ they implored, poetically. ‘Grace us with the lustre of your giant feather duster!’
‘And wear that French Maid outfit again!’ the mayor squeaked, barely containing his excitement.
And the men sat on the mountain, eyes to the skies, and waited.
Saint Zita is the patron saint of maids and domestic servants. So we know who to pray to when we’ve run out of clean undies
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