The Sadness of the Trousers

Alas! They served me well. After this last laundering, the last few threads holding them together sighed mournfully and melted, thawed, and resolved itself into a dew.

trousersSo now I have to lose some weight, so the trousers I have left don’t squish me and mish me. Or, alternatively, I could buy some new jeans.

Hmmm…. Eat less … spend money …

I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about a most delicious veg curry I made for Christmas.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Give a character the choice between two unacceptable alternatives.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “The Sadness of the Trousers

  1. Jane

    December 30, 2014 at 8:56am

    Oh, thank you so much for the Jack Benny!!!

    As for your dutifully-fulfilled-their-purpose-in-life pants….
    Well, you just DON’T want to know the story of MY pants, the poor things. My poor, tired summer pants have seen their last crocus, I fear!

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      Marian Allen

      December 30, 2014 at 12:16pm

      Oh, dear! It’s so sad, when a treasured piece of clothing goes to Jesus.

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      Marian Allen

      December 31, 2014 at 8:18am

      Thanks, Perry! Have Rochester fetch the Maxwell and enjoy the day. 🙂

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