That Red Plaid Shirt

Emmyful

A long-lost ficleteer trying to take a shot at writing once again.


The shirt.

Worn and tattered, red and plaid.

Elbows ripped out from years of wear.

Chipped buttons, hanging by threads.

Always paired with blue jeans.

Dark brown boat shoes, too.

It was never put away.

He was perpetually inside of it, giving it life.

It became part of his identity.

Now it's stuffed in a drawer, out of sight and out of mind.

Except it isn't out of mind.

He isn't out of mind.

The shirt lies cold and lifeless like he did just moments after his final breath.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

I knew this was going to be a 'missing somebody' piece from the title.

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