55 Fiction Friday: “The ‘Luchini AKA This Is It’” Edition
The two hang in the dark corner of a closet, faded by long settled ten year old dust. One suit was plum; the other, olive. Both were double-breasted. Black tees nestle inside, never again to see the light of day.
Sometimes, I almost hear the music and smell the Polo cologne. What is love, indeed.
(topic from Sepia Mutiny)
I love how these suits are almost like people, closeted away. I just discovered the 55Fiction exercise and your blog was featured, so hooray for that.
One thing, though: can you elaborate on the Luchini connection? I don’t know the song.