Fiction: Future Fashions

The Pår is a gray flannel suit that looks different to each person you meet.

During lunch time, I walk outside to bask in the sun. It’s a glorious late fall day, the last few slivers of warmth before a long winter. On a concrete bench outside my office building, I sit cross-legged in my all gray, flannel outfit, an older model Pår. The fabric is slightly stiff with glistening silver threads running through it, giving it a lenticular quality. The top is baggy, the pants have an elastic waistband and are tapered at the ankles. I’ve been wearing this particular set for a few days now, and the fabric is starting to pill around my armpits. In the noontime heat, I break into a sweat.

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