NostalgiaThe candy store itself had seen better days. With rotten lollipops stashed in with the black licorice, the welcome mat with unfading letters, the five-year old door itself in pristine condition, the windows cracked.More Like This
The woman sighed as she closed up the shop, its fifth customer barely gone an hour, she stumbled up to the sneaking one last peek before going back to grab the purse, the paper with big red letters spelling out EVICTED, and an adored photo, soon looked upon as the door closed behind her.
She sauntered home alone in the dark, the night playing it own invisible spell as she looked upon the photo of a man with a yearning face.
The candy store had been her as it had been for the past 40 years, started when the days were young and the children laughed almost everywhere. Life was great as she started the candy store with him. Things felt so similar, yet so different, with the walls faded a different shade, the endless rows of sweets and sugary delights were nearly depleted.