The Sadness of the Trousers

Posted on December 30, 2014 by Marian Allen

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.

So 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.

About Marian Allen

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. Marian Allen's Amazon profile

One thought on “The Sadness of the Trousers”

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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Perry Block (
December 30, 2014 at 10:56pm

W-E-E-L-L-L-L-L!

Happy New Year, Marian!

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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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