Open House

originally published in Prose.onl

Fuchsia Blossom and Fence © Lavinia Studios

Anyone will tell you, Sunday is the worst day of the week. That’s Open House day, noon to four, and there you stand, grinning away while your feet kill you, your back wrenched from hanging curtains with the wife the night before, making small talk, being pleasant when all you want to do is sit down with a nice cold one and tell them all to go straight to hell.