He wore a sweater. It was pulled all the way up to his chin.
It was Gucci, I’m sure of it. It may have been lightweight cashmere or cable-knit angora, you know the kind that feels soft against the skin. But it was so last season, it was laughable! I’d say it was teal blue or was it aquamarine? Possibly turquoise. Perhaps azure? No,wait, definitely cyan! Is that the same as sapphire?
She paused as the detective raised his hand wearily, ‘Lady, when I asked for a detailed summary of the assailant’s clothes, this isn’t quite what I meant.’
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.