Unedited/uncensored writing taken from writing group over a week ago. Rough. Very rough. You have been warned.
He couldn’t decided between the white and the black.
One shirt screamed “Hipster! Goth! Beatnik!”
While the other, also a button-up, said “Formal! Respectable! Promotion!”
Henri wished the clothes on the rack would stop talking to him. It was making it hard to think.
He finally decided to buy them both. He took them home, showered, and started to get into his white shirt.
“Sweat stains!” said the black shirt. “You will sweat right through that, and Angelique will be disgusted.”
Angelique was his date that night. The black shirt had a point, so he started to put it on.
“Hot! Too hot! Black absorbs heat, white reflects it. Pick me!”
The shirt also made a valid point.
“You guys,” said Henri. “My date is in twenty minutes. You gotta be quiet and let me think.”
* * *
Angelique walked into the restaurant ten minutes late. She spied Henri across the room. He was being handcuffed. And he was naked.
“What the heck?” she asked. “Why are you naked?”
“Well,” Henri replied, “I couldn’t decided on the black or the white. And then my pants went at it. I figured nude was the best, fairest option.”
Angelique left. Her boyfriend was insane.