Prompt: 064. flannel shirt
1. Haunted flannel shirt that was once the favorite of someone who was murdered or who committed suicide.
A. The flannel shirt had an irresistible pull. The cut and folds were meant to hug the wearer in flattering curves. The lingering scent of the previous owner still seemed impressed into the threads. No matter how many times it was washed, it held the traces of its first owner.
2. The last remnant of their relationship was an old flannel shirt she’d saved in a drawer.
A. The last remnant of their relationship was an old flannel shirt she’d saved in a drawer. She’d even forgotten that she had it until she was gathering things to donate to the local charity. And then she’d found it, and for a moment it felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the room.
There wasn’t a single trace of him left in the shirt. It had been washed since he’d last worn it and she had even worn it herself several times. But the instant her hand touched the age softened cotton, she felt nineteen again. Young and in love, with no idea how bad things were going to get.
3. The instant he began walking down the hallway he felt self-conscious about the way he was dressed. Everyone else had fashionable and expensive clothes, while he was wearing the best that he had and looked like a country bumpkin with his flannel shirt and jeans.
A. The instant he began walking down the hallway he felt self-conscious about the way he was dressed. Everyone else had fashionable and expensive clothes, while he was wearing the best that he had and looked like a country bumpkin with his flannel shirt and jeans. If he could have, he would have hidden his scuffed boots from view.
He was the new kid starting in the middle of the school year. Everyone had already made their friends, formed their cliques, and decided what was popular or not. And looking around, he could already tell that he didn’t fit in.
