Flash Fiction #8: Beige Jacket

I could walk on the moon. My favourite beige jacket returned from the dry cleaners, smelling of lavender. Today was the day I’d wear it with a light blue ensemble. I made it into the managerial job posted online. To celebrate, I’d meet two friends for lunch at Fiori’s — fancy and upmarket, but onContinue reading “Flash Fiction #8: Beige Jacket”

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