This is My Dream

20 Aug

As the squeaky door slammed shut behind her, Hazel suddenly remembered why she never came to this side of town. The disarray of the other shops was nothing compared to this dreary vacant storefront.

“You couldn’t ask for a better location!” the realtor overenthusiastically announced. Hazel wondered who he was trying to convince. She walked up to the far wall, the top of which was nothing but an old seamless mirror in desperate need of dusting. While rubbing the mirror with the side of her hand, she could see the reflection of a man outside the store, spitting on the sidewalk and yelling at the woman with him. Hazel let out a quiet sigh as she closed her eyes and leaned on the nearby pedestal sink.

She couldn’t help but feel frustrated at it all: the money, barely enough for her and her young daughter; the time, spent bouncing between odd jobs, beauty school, and daycare; this town, the only one she knew, and the one she loved to hate. This is my dream… this is my dream… Hazel thought to herself.

She opened her eyes and looked at her hands, now blackened with months-old dust. She walked to the realtor with her chin up and said, “I’ll take it.”

The realtor grinned and eagerly nodded. “Fantastic!” he exclaimed as he grabbed Hazel’s dusty hand and shook it. He quickly walked to the door and held it open for her, tripping over a broken tile on his way.

Hazel cracked a smile and rubbed her hands on her jeans as she walked towards the door, chin even higher than before. She skipped over the broken tiles in her way towards the door and looked back on her new shop – her dream – with a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t felt in years.


One Response to “This is My Dream”

  1. ingridf September 3, 2012 at 4:51 pm #

    Great story. Love how you established setting.

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