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curtain.</p><p id="555e">“Does it fit?”</p><p id="0318">35 years ago I was in there, trying on my first bra; she was out here, hovering.</p><p id="1c0b">“I can’t…. I don’t… oh!”</p><p id="cfc9">Anguished confusion. To know that you knew but no more.</p><p id="da20">“Never mind mum, let’s get tea.”</p><p id="8375">More microfiction:</p><div id="6442" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/unblemished-3cb225d13631">

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Changing Places

A first Friday Fix story. “The fickle finger of fate”. My starting line was “Spending may help ease the pain” from The Economist.

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“How’s it going mum?”

Wimpering from behind the curtain.

“Does it fit?”

35 years ago I was in there, trying on my first bra; she was out here, hovering.

“I can’t…. I don’t… oh!”

Anguished confusion. To know that you knew but no more.

“Never mind mum, let’s get tea.”

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