Dan Gets Frocked

“It’s all gone pear shaped,” cried Dan, curling his lip.

“Whatever are you talking about,” retorted Veronica, flipping through a fashion zine.

“That designer frock you said you’d die for. It’s gone off the model in the display window.”

“That old rag. I was just kidding.”

“Uh-oh!” Dan free-wheeled, swinging a Boutique bag.


Shirley Richards.