PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman
The servants had always told us that we should never go downstairs.
It was a strange thing to be taking orders from the servants but it was just something that we never thought about as classes never mixed.
That was until one day when I heard the crash of various pots and pans. The natural curiosity of a young girl meant I headed down the stairs. Once I was there I was mortified to discover that all of our undergarments were hanging from the ceiling where people could mock them.
I never sent my unmentionables to the servants downstairs again.
Written for Friday fictioneers