(The prompt for this week’s 100 word challenge for grown-ups was ‘but I turned it off…’)
I wrapped the soft silk around my hand, letting its weight slip through my fingers like water. Ivory, like my wedding gown.
Raising it, I caught the fragrance of freesias, and remembered hiding my trembling hands behind a bouquet of gold freesias that day.
I needed nothing to hide behind now. No one saw me any more. I’d become invisible.
My cheeks burned. Shame? Or just my body staging yet another trawl for oestrogen?
A voice whispered in my ear: ‘Thou shalt not …’
But I turned it off.
Sliding the negligee into my pocket, I quickly left the store.