Kathy’s underwear offered little protection from the store’s cranked up air conditioning. Before she could make sense of the fabric she held, a third chill ran down her spine.
“Mel!” The annoyance in Kathy’s voice brought her manager to the stall in time to catch the fabric vaulting over the door.
“What’s the matter?”
“I can’t even tell if it’s a shirt, a dress or a pair of pants.” Kathy exited the stall, her blouse half-buttoned up. “I can’t sell this.”
“Hmmm,” Mel’s forehead scrunched up. “What if I add a zero to the price and label it ‘wearable art’?”
This is a drabble for today’s prompt!