Tara Rocks

Well, she does…

The store

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She pulled against Mom’s hand as they walked down the street, eager to reach their destination. She had seen the sign as they drove by to setup their camp on the beach.  The store had been there every year, but never open when they were in town for their yearly vacation.  Her mom had finally agreed to let her go and spend the allowance she had been saving for months for this trip.  All those summers of only being able to  peek in the windows at the treasures inside! 

Then the realization the sign did not say open after all.

loosely based on summer trips to the beach where i never got to spend as much time or money as i might have liked in the tourist shops haha

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8 thoughts on “The store

    1. haha, well remember when we got our tshirts when you visited? I think I have gone twice on my own, all the others have been when we had visitors in from elsewhere

  1. I used to wonder about those places that seem to always be close. How do you have a business that’s always closed? Then, I realized, it’s a front for selling drugs.

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