Eden couldn’t see much of Madison St. Snow flurries whipped Eden’s long hair about their face, in their eyes, so they only caught glimpses of the street, brief flashes of the wet, dirty sidewalk and storefronts. But that was okay: Eden knew where they were going.
They were going to Herons. They were going to buy a coat. The red, warm-looking winter coat. The deep red, warm-feeling coat that was on sale. Eden wanted to buy the coat but hadn’t had the money, not even for its sale price. Eden’s coat—the one they wore now—let in the snow flurries like a sieve.
Eden had thought of charging it to their credit card but really felt they shouldn’t, so they hadn’t. They weren’t sure why.
But now, Eden had the money. They would get that sale. Get that new coat. Finally.
Eden walked into the shop and saw the rack with the coats they were looking were. Eden went to pull one off but stopped.
“Excuse me,” Eden said to a nearby associate, “is this really the price? It was a lot lower before?”
The associate walked over. “Oh, yeah, that. The sale for those ended a few days ago.”
Eden still held onto the coat. “Could you still apply it for today? I mean if it only ended---”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
Eden was too stung by disappointment, by being called ‘ma’am', to argue. Eden put the coat down. They left the shop.
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Money in Hand
Date: 2020-06-18 03:57 am (UTC)They were going to Herons. They were going to buy a coat. The red, warm-looking winter coat. The deep red, warm-feeling coat that was on sale. Eden wanted to buy the coat but hadn’t had the money, not even for its sale price. Eden’s coat—the one they wore now—let in the snow flurries like a sieve.
Eden had thought of charging it to their credit card but really felt they shouldn’t, so they hadn’t. They weren’t sure why.
But now, Eden had the money. They would get that sale. Get that new coat. Finally.
Eden walked into the shop and saw the rack with the coats they were looking were. Eden went to pull one off but stopped.
“Excuse me,” Eden said to a nearby associate, “is this really the price? It was a lot lower before?”
The associate walked over. “Oh, yeah, that. The sale for those ended a few days ago.”
Eden still held onto the coat. “Could you still apply it for today? I mean if it only ended---”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
Eden was too stung by disappointment, by being called ‘ma’am', to argue. Eden put the coat down. They left the shop.