Fiction on Friday 31: The Shirt

Marcus let out a long whistle.

“Can you believe I used to wear this?” he asked, holding up a plaid shirt in an eye-watering shade of yellow.

“By choice?” Jack asked, goggling at it.

“Unfortunately,” Marcus said, examining the shirt with rueful affection, like it was a poem from his angsty teenage years.

“What stopped you?” Jack asked.

“You what?” Marcus asked, dropping the shirt on the pile destined for the charity shop.

“I mean, did the police get involved and ask you to stop breaching the peace or what?”

Jack ducked as the shirt came sailing towards his head.

Wordcount: 100

Prompt word: plaid