Today’s prompt comes from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields herself. My story is below it and your feedback is welcomed.
“‘S bespoke,” Lauren’s tiny pride beamed through the word.
Gerry rolled over. “What’s bespoke mean?”
“Err… special, I think,” she replied, not wanting to be caught with education now.
“Sounds like a word that needs more than cardboard over its head.”
Lauren laughed, pointing each syllable of the noise down to avoid sounding like she’d ever had cotton sheets around her where Gerry’s arms and yesterday’s newspapers now huddled.
“I love ya,” Gerry said, “An’ our bespoke home for tonight.”
“Good,” said Lauren, “Because tomorrow I’m gonna raid the art store bin and get us some plastic for a window.”