He said the fit was exact. He meant he had pinned your sleeves to your ribs until breathing became an act of presumption. In the shop by the road, every coat was measured to what others expected you to carry.
A roadside workshop where garments are cut from heavy red wool for survival in deep snow.
Sound of heavy shears cutting wool, smell of chalk and steamed cloth, ticking iron stove.
Motifs
🧥The Red Coat
〰The Red Thread
Figures
The Tailor
Notes
- The coat was tailored to fit everyone in the room except the person wearing it.