Here is a piece of flash fiction you should read, particularly if you are a fan of fine literature.
And here is a snippet of what I have written today:
We sat like that for what seemed like hours – although I suspect it was only twenty minutes – before Cookie bounded in from his bath completely starkers.
“COOK,” I bellowed, mortified, “pit some claithes on!”
Baffled, he looked down at himself, but even then the realisation of what was wrong took a while to dawn on him.
Then he registered Mhairi, and all at once he seemed to understand.
“Good day,” he said to her with a polite bow. “You must be Mhairi. Will you excuse me for a moment? I appear to have forgotten my clothes.”
In case this needs explaining: Cookie is an old pal of Victor’s who is losing it a bit, and has run away from the nursing home his daughter stuck him in.