Just a small gap between the two stitches. That was all it took to weaken the garment. Reina thought of it often. How a little more thoroughness in her needlework could have prevented the horrendous wardrobe malfunction that cost her the crown in that beauty pageant.
To think that so many people had seen so much of her all at once! Still, that was nearly 70 years ago. Maybe it was time to let it go. The past was the past.
But then that wench who'd ended up winning came by on her walker with that old smirk on her face.
“I see London, I see France…” she taunted wickedly and sauntered off without another word.
I wrote this one with barely a moment to spare. Maybe I will stop posting daily but the day I give up is not today!
Look for the details and today's prompt over here.
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