Here is this week’s prompt, submitted by Anurag Bakhshi
Stan came home to find his wife in tears.
Sitting down, he waited for her to tell him what was wrong.
‘It cost over fifty pounds,’ she hiccoughed between sobs, ‘Fifty pounds for something so pretty.’
Stan didn’t understand, and gently asked what had set her back so much money.
‘My dress for the wedding,’ she said. ‘I saw it on the mannequin in the shop, and tried it on. It was a perfect fit, and I already had accessories to go with it. I can’t take it back, and I can’t wear it.’
She sank her head into her hands and cried bitterly.
‘Is there something wrong with it, like it’s damaged and you didn’t notice?’
‘No. It’s fine. But if I wore it now, I’d be the laughing stock of the village.’
‘Just look outside! That Mrs Randell from Number 3 has dressed a scarecrow in the exact same frock I’ve bought!’
‘Why would Mrs Randell pay fifty pounds for a dress to put on a scarecrow?’ Stan was totally baffled.
‘She didn’t! She got hers for two pounds from a charity jumble sale two days ago!’
Stan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry with her.
Written for Susan’s Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge: