Bikurgurl 100 Word Wednesday: Week 79 #Memories


I walked in through  the doors and imagined that somehow I had stepped through  a time warp. The sight and smell, like a punch  in the stomach.

Walls festooned with countless bags of accessories, tables covered in cardboard boxes. Overspilling from the top of each, multi-coloured rolls of fabrics.

All the colours you could ever imagine, just like some technicolor movie.

From somewhere would come the clattering sound of sowing machines, incessant,  monotous yet somehow comforting. I half expected to see my white haired grandfather in his apron, hands resting on the counter, excitedly smiling.

My eyes started to moisten.


Leave a comment

Filed under Self compositions

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.