Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Forty-Five

He was about five feet of solid muscle, with a face like a bag of spanners, and an ego the size of Jupiter. But women flocked to his atelier.  He could make an ordinary woman beautiful and a beautiful woman a goddess. 

To suggest that a lady of fashion went anywhere else was tantamount to heresy. 

But success was underpinned by greed. Seamstresses were barely paid sufficient to sustain life, and he owed his suppliers a king’s ransom.

Yet he thought himself invulnerable.

Until somebody pinned him to the wall of his fitting room with a pair of pinking shears.

©️jj 2019

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