Today's OneWord: Gown
The water swirls around the fragments of a ball gown in a square drain. Or a prom dress. Or some strand of sequins from a department store. The man who found it is in a tuxedo. Or maybe royal raiment. Maybe he's a prince. Or maybe he's a lost soul. Beside the scraps of fabric is broken glass. It used to fit a foot. But the ankle's now broken and the pirouette's awkward and clumsy and disjointed. The slipper's no good now.