I found Rochelle’s Blog and the concept of Friday Fiction and I just couldn’t help myself. Below is my addition.
The belts didn’t match the hats on the mannequins that looked down on her. She also noticed the jewelry didn’t shine. Tarnished and chipped the baubles looked cheaper than they were. The rows of discount lamps some with shades, some going naked without them. The glow from the their bulbs only revealed how bleak this place had become. She turned off each lamp to hide the sadness this place represented to her. As she walked out the only thing she left behind was, “I Quit” written in the dust on the jewelry case.
Woman on Pause
P.S. The goal for Friday Fictioneers is to write a complete story with no more than 100 words based off of a photograph. And it was HARD, but a lot of fun.