PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
The old sewing machine juddered along the cloth before clunking to a catastrophic halt. Patsy sighed. “Dropped stitches everywhere. It’ll all have to be unpicked. If that maintenance guy spent as much time servicing the machines as he does Barbara in the storeroom, we might achieve something.”
Suddenly, he was beside her, curls and mischief framing his cheeky face. “Machine stopped? Let me see.” As he leant across, a heady mix of musk and oil assailed her.
“Needs a new hoojamaflip. I think there’s one in the storeroom. Care to help me find it?”
Patsy blushed, “Oh yes, Mr James.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here