Aunt Dorothy, Dotty’s namesake, had come to visit. She had hated for Dotty to marry Hank and move to the country. To Aunt Dorothy, Hank was a hick. He had no class, no manners, no sense of style.
Auntie tried to keep Dotty well informed. She shared her latest delve into fashions of the current year. Her latest rage. Men’s fashions!
“Oh, Dotty, you just should have seen the men modeling the most chic garments!”
Squinting her eyes, she said, “Oh, I see you have a marvelous statuette in your garden.”
“Yes, Hank provides gorgeous art forms,” Dotty smirked quietly.
Written for submission to Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word challenge inspired by picture prompt. Thank you, Rochelle.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook