Gloria Morris was an exceptional woman on an exceptional mission who now was looking at an exceptional dress. The dress needed to be rescued. She could sense it having a higher purpose than being hidden away in this mediocre closet.
Back in the day, the scream behind her might have worried her, but now she only gripped the handles of her rolling walker and looked over her shoulder.
A woman in her late thirties clutched a towel to her chest; water dripped from her hair. Gloria should’ve heard the shower being turned off, but her hearing wasn’t what it used to be.
“What are you doing in my house?” The woman took a calming breath and wiped some water off her forehead. The perk of being old was that no one called the police right away, they merely thought she was a senile woman who had wandered into the wrong building.
“Oh, sorry. I meant to be gone by the time you got out of the shower.”
You’d think Gloria would be the one with a hearing impairment. She took a deep breath and shouted, “I meant to be gone before you got out of the shower! I only came to get the dress!”
The woman frowned. “What dress?”
“This.” Gloria held it up only to carefully fold the thin fabric and put it in the basket of her walker. “I’ll be off now.”
“What? You can’t take that. It’s mine.”
Gloria sighed and pulled her gun out of her handbag. “I’m taking it. You have a lovely day now, dear.”
Pushing the walker forward was hard with only one hand on the handle, but she couldn’t let go of the gun just yet. She didn’t trust the woman not to do anything rash.
When the front door closed behind her, she took a moment to catch her breath before putting the gun away.
To whom should she give a cream-coloured evening dress?
As she neared the bus stop, she saw a young woman in a way-too-short skirt leaning in through the window of a car discussing the price of something with a much older gentleman. Now, that was a woman who knew how to show things off.
She hurried up to her before she could climb into the car. “Here.” She pushed the dress towards her, but the girl only scowled.
“I got it for you. I know you will treat it right.” Gloria thrust it into her arms, smiled and moved away. The happiness soaring in her chest made the walk to the bus stop easy. She loved when she was able to complete a mission. One dress rescued and given to a more suitable owner.
Today was an exceptional day.
This flash was written to today’s prompt over at The Daily Post, and it is Exceptional.