My hands shook as I set the cane in front of me and stepped inside the thrift store.
I glanced at the book section as I headed deeper into the shop. Every title was in perfect condition.
Nearby, I saw legions of coffee mugs as shiny as the day they were made.
I glanced down an aisle.
Wedding dresses, row upon row of them.
“What is this place?” I asked. “Who wants to buy an old wedding dress, anyway?”
“Old for now,” said the twentysomething behind the counter. “That’s our business, you know.”
“Rewinding time,” she said.
My birthday approaches…the big one zero. Yep, I’m about to turn 10. Granted, that’s in the Angosey numbering system. So what age am I about to turn in Roman numerals? I will give you a hint. It’s a perfect number. No, really. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: