The brass bell above the door chimed as a woman in a wool coat walked out, leaving the door open just long enough for the scent of lavender and expensive starch to reach the sidewalk.
I found myself stepping inside before I could think of a reason to turn back.
The shop was quiet, the heavy green carpet swallowing the sound of my flat shoes.
“It just came in yesterday,” the saleswoman said, coming around a rack of wool skirts. She had a tape measure draped over her shoulder like a silver snake.
I touched the hem of the green silk, my fingers feeling rough against the smooth fabric.
“It is beautiful,” I said, “but I have nowhere to wear something like this.”
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Andrew Collins is a contributor who enjoys writing about everyday topics, people, and ideas that spark curiosity. His approach is simple and conversational, aiming to make stories easy to read and relatable. Outside of writing, Andrew follows current trends, enjoys long walks, and likes turning small observations into meaningful stories.
