PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese
It’s awful to see her there, fully aware she’s surrounded by people who can’t differentiate between a pig and a pencil!
Today mum was weeping.
“They washed my favourite woollen jumper in the machine. My heather-coloured Edinburgh Mill cable-knit your dad bought. They didn’t ask, crept in during the night and stole it. It’s not machine-washable and it’s ruined. I would’ve told them it has to be hand-washed,” she sobbed.
I went to retrieve it from the laundry and found a grotesquely shrunken and matted garment that wouldn’t have fitted a Barbie doll.
My heart broke for my lovely mum.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.