The Boy in the Cream Blouse
CHAPTER ONE: Caught Sammy had always admired his mother’s wardrobe; the way her satin blouses rippled and caressed her body, shimmering in the light; the gentle swish of her pleated satin skirts as she twirled out the door. To him, they weren’t just clothes; they were possibilities. One quiet Sunday afternoon, whilst his father and sister were out, curiosity tugged too firmly. While his mother was busy downstairs, Sammy entered his parents’ room and opened his mother’s wardrobe. He slipped into a soft blue satin blouse with a wide collar and a pleated satin skirt that whispered when he moved. He didn’t expect to be seen, but his mother walked in, pausing mid-step with her arms full of laundry. Sammy froze, heart thudding so loudly he thought the mirror would shatter from the noise alone. …