By Barbara Brooke (Guest Contributor)
Gliding over metal hangers, my hand lightly brushes the lush, designer fabric. Moving ever so slowly, I shift the clothing apart. Each piece has a personality of its own and each clamors for my attention. My heartbeat quickens and my hunt shifts gears. A treasure is hidden in here somewhere…I can feel it, sense it.
A cashmere sweater falls into my arms. We embrace, and I whisper, “Hello there, I’m Paige. This is only the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Ooh, and over there, a golden manikin is wearing something that will soon be mine. After rushing over, I strip the jeans off of the plastic goddess. With bated breath, I peek at the size…Yes! I hug them tighter and continue on my expedition.
And suddenly, there they are: suede, fold-over ankle boots. After scanning the area, I lunge. These boots are mine. Mine. Mine! But what if they don’t fit? They must, they just have to. They will go perfectly with my new favorite jeans.
They’re in great shape too, a few signs of wear on the soles. No biggie. After all, these are true designer boots that have seen the ’80s first hand. Someone must have loved and adored them, and now they are going to be loved and adored by me!
Ever so carefully, my foot slides down into the tan colored boot. I push a little further and feel my toes barely graze the tip. They fit perfectly! Now…if only I had somewhere to wear them.
Suddenly, a familiar sound emanates from the backseat of my minivan, “…I am not a baby!” From a blurry distance, my daughter’s voice manages to find me. And just like that, my most recently favored shopping daydream is over.
About the Author
Currently, Barbara Brooke resides in sunny Florida with her supportive husband, two adorable children and gorgeous greyhounds. She is actively creating new worlds and interesting characters for the next book in one of her series…shhhh, can you keep a secret? Not only does she write spell-binding, heart pounding women’s fiction, but she also writes books for the young-at-heart, adventurous sort, who yearns to dive into a good young adult fantasy story. These particular books are written under the name H.B. Bolton, but that’s another story, all together.
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