At the Seams

He found me in near-mint condition, left on the hanger. I wasn’t looking for a home, just the odd wardrobe change. But he folded me up in his arms, ironed me out with warmth and sewed up my tears. I stretched over his chest, close to his heart, protecting him from the cold.

But the wringer has worn me thin, and I’m sure he’ll drop me soon; a charity-shop case. But he doesn’t. Even though I have unraveled around him and can’t hold him anymore, he still clasps onto the last piece of thread I have left.


About FJ Morris

Freya Morris’ flash fiction has won and been shortlisted for a number of competitions, and has been published in a variety of anthologies and journals. You can find out more at freyajmorris.com.

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