What follows is my third entry in atticreflections.blogspot.com "Jumping off" places hosted by Linda. Please stop by and read everyone's story started from a choice of first lines. Why not join in?
The texture of the fabric was intoxicating and I knew it was expensive.
I never went in this store. The prices, well, the prices just floored me. As I picked up the red scarf and rubbed it on my cheek I just knew it was perfect. The softness, the touch, it was just beyond belief.
I have never bought such an extravagant thing. It just was not feasible. This scarf would take the majority of what I call my cookie jar cash. Cash meant for emergencies. Think! I whispered to myself would this qualify as an emergency?
I reached deep in my pocket and felt around for my wallet. In what seemed like seconds I was on my way out the door holding my bag tightly. I walked briskly and reached my destination in no time.
I got on the elevator and smiled a guilty smile at those who rode it with me. The door to the elevator opened. As I emerged I had a self-satisfying spring in my step as walked down the hall. I opened the door and went inside.
The woman lay in the bed surrounded by IV’s and wires. Something shabby and gray covered her head. I placed the scarf in her hands and I could see as she lifted it to her cheek, that yes, this qualified.