Does my bum look bad in this? The woman in the shop said no; girls will go wild over my uniform. I look like a young Clark Gable, she said, before he grew that bit of fungus under his nose. This poncy helmet I’m wearing will complete the ensemble ‘parfaitement’. So far the only bit of interest has been from a bird, a stray dog and a skunk. They didn’t hang around. Tomorrow I’m getting my Star Trek uniform out of hock. The landlady is a Trekker, she feeds me strudel when I wear it.
This is my second offering for the Friday Fictioneers challenge. I’m loving it. Give it a go yourselves.