It was supposed to be an all immersive experience.
Taze grimaced and prodded the cardboard cutout of his mother. It toppled backwards.
‘This isn’t what you advertised.’
‘No,’ admitted the salesman. ‘I’ll admit, the budget left us with a bit to be desired but we made do.’
‘Made do?’ Taze walked around the kitchen and knocked against the polystyrene cupboard. ‘This is utter rubbish.’
The cutout of his mother stared up at the ceiling, her laminated smile reflecting the sodium strip lights above.
‘You promised me my family back.’
The salesman shrugged. ‘You get what you pay for I’m afraid.’
I’ve not written a 100 word story in a while so here’s one for today’s daily prompt: Immerse