A drive out of town to pick up something necessary. In the shadow of the rain flashing thrift store sign. OPEN
Jammed in a bin. Tossed in a zip bag like leftovers.
Audible sighs when the long sought canister peeked from the bag.
A dutch winter scene.
A few feet away another blue...peeking from the toy bin.
For fear that I might draw more attention I silently plucked it from certain solitude.
An apron is donned and the tea is whistling...
Tiny fingers hooked through the cups. Baby dolls and teddy bears tucked in behind the table. Saddle shoes and ankle socks keep the sweet hostess on her toes. This was a tea set from Christmas morning. What might be rubbish to some is pure pleasure to me.