PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Say It Isn’t Sew
by Miles H. Rost
“One more bolt! I need one more bolt!”
Janeane Crawford ran through the fabric store, with five minutes until closing.
She quickly grabbed a random bolt of cloth, and ran to the counter. The checker ran all the purchases through except for the final random bolt.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes. YES! I want it!”
“Are you positive?”
“YES! I NEED THAT CLOTH!”
“Okay…”
She rang it through. Suddenly, from the corners of the store, a loud noise rang forth. It was like the sound of 1000 sewing machines revving up.
“What the…”
The checker smiled evilly.
“You got gabardine. And now you must pay for it…”
Janeane cried, as the checker laughed maniacally, showing her the total.
Music and Fiction 
I like the idea here and the writing, but I don’t get the ending. Is something wrong with getting garbadine? Is it just really expensive? Excuse my ignorance!
I’m sure gabardine is the devil’s invention… still remember those trousers of the 70s
I find it notable that “Rich Girl” was not the song of choice for this tale.
It’s a crime, the cost of fabric! Actually I have no idea what gabardine costs, I only stitch flesh.
I like the sense of urgency followed by the abrupt halt at the end, “Wait, what just happened?”
LOL
Who knew gaberdine was the devil’s advocate?