Best Suit

A 60 word short story

Dusk falls.

Warmth departs.

I walk these empty streets in my best suit.

It hangs on me.

Frayed and tattered.

Once polished shoes now caked with earth.

A dark shadow in this land of shadows.

Rest beckons.

I turn for home.

“Taken too young,” the gravestone reads.

No one took me anywhere.

I lie here still.

In my best suit.

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So a special thanks to the wonderful

Miguel S.

for his prompt to write a 60 word story about a suit : -

Microdosing Fiction - 60mg of a Suit

Photo by Robbie on Unsplash

I know it’s now February and everyone’s thoughts are meant to turn to love and Spring and sunny skies, but my mind seems to be stuck with contemplations of death, darkness and graveyards! It probably doesn’t help that I’m in the weeds with a new article about Stephen King’s Pet Sematary which has all the above issues at the front of my mind, and maybe that helped to prompt this story as well.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading. Until next time.