What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Town".
He squeezed himself down the narrow stairway to the main floor, the old farmhouse having been built in a time when people were much smaller. The wallpaper was loose and crinkly, and sometimes things flaked off the wall onto his shoulders, which barely fit in the space.
He stepped into the sitting room, which lay at the bottom of the stairs. His mother was there, in her rocking chair, crocheting the tablecloth she was going to give to Cousin Alberta for her wedding.
She looked up.
"You look nice, boy. Where ya goin'?"93
"Nope. Jus' goin' ta town."