He wore a tan Burberry trench coat, with smart cuffs and brown buttons, and a faded plaid pattern on the inside. He took out the belt and let the coat hang open, because he hated feeling restricted.
Es was my best friend.
I can still see him clearly, in his crisp white dress shirt and tie, knocking on Miss Lola's door sheepishly. Es wasn't too careful with his material possessions, and couldn't sew.
Now, I stare at the shop's display behind the glass. A lone mannequin dons a Burberry trench coat. It's tan, with plaid on the underside of the coat.
I walk in quickly, brushing away a lone tear, and adjust the collar of my white dress shirt.
While I'm at it, I fix my tie too.
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Short Stories: Here and There
Teen FictionA compilation of my ideas and characters into short and quick-to-read chapters! There'll be everything from across many different genres, but it'll be mostly romance and slice-of-life orientated. In other words, this is an "idea dump", these short c...
