Post by xxtresorxx on Jan 16, 2011 16:56:32 GMT -5
Excitedly, I strutted into the local Tack Shop. I was considered a regular customer, but I haven't been in the old, rusty store for a year or so. I saw my brother, Derek, behind the cash register. Politely he asked "Hello ma'am, may I help you?" I looked at him and rolled my eyes as a grin formed on my face. "You haven't been here in ages... When was the last time you came to see me?" With his question, I turned around and pretended to look at some Eggbutt Snaffle Bridles. After an anxious moment passed, I walked across the one-room store and looked at what I was here for: A Godwing Nova English General Purpose saddle. Derek walked up behind me and I felt his cold hand brush my shoulder, which was out in the open for I only wore a tank-top and a sports bra. "Why'd you leave?" I looked up at the saddle and sighed as I pulled it off the rack. "Do you have one of these in a size that's not for ponies?" My brother stared at me and walked into the back room. I then prayed that he didn't hear my soft crying while he was away...
