The Shop Girls of Kimberly
Chapter One: I feel utterly ridiculous standing outside in our makeshift stall, wearing a stupid outfit. All I need is a turban and a crystal ball and I will fit right in. The sun’s out, but its cold and it’s not even funny anymore. It is Saturday afternoon and there is a lot of footfall…
It is a quiet Tuesday afternoon and Patricia has popped out for lunch. No, it is not lunch of the food kind, but of a hairdresser appointment kind. Jordan, the hairdresser in the precinct, has booked her in for a quick blow dry, and style. It is on this particularly relaxing hour sans Patricia’s hawk…
My eyes nearly pop out when I throw a casual glance out of our shop window. Sensing a near panic situation, I immediately drop the boxes on the gift wrapping table and call out to Erika, whose head is buried underneath a cupboard somewhere. “WHAT?” She sounds annoyed. She has every right to be annoyed….