Monday's Fiction in 58

Retail
She works retail, which isn’t so bad, she thinks. The staccato hours cut into time with friends and the manager’s a real jerk, but there’s a paycheck every two weeks and a decent discount on clothing. Folding overpriced T-shirts wasn’t as lofty as her childhood goals, princess or ballerina, but it beat the alternative: Hooters waitress or stripper.

1 comments:

Welcome to No Stranger Land said...

I like that - it feels real. Nice work Thom.