Diary Drabble: Split

It was when he bent to get his change out of the vending machine, that he felt them split, the noise of it audible across the cafeteria. He froze, daring not to look down at his trousers. Was it a good underwear day? A grotty one? He was relieved at least to know that he was wearing some. Otherwise, well. the titters behind him would give way to gasping, and he’d have struggled to cover himself over with a hastily tied shirt. He grabbed his coffee, straightening up as discreetly as possible,...