The thrift store is dank and dusty,
full of relics of someone else's past.
Chipped china sets and discarded
tube style televisions.
Rusted wrenches and toolboxes,
broad stripped neck ties, and VHS
tapes marked .25 cents each.
Over in the corner hangs a tweed
suit coat, it's ghost beckon me to
try it on for size, alas vintage 70's
checks were never my thing.
I stroll past in a daze, books seated
upon dilapidated pine shelves seem
to be reaching out for me.
I can hear the echos of Hemingway
and Wilde reverberating throughout
the isles of my thrift store oasis.
"The Old Man and the Sea" and "The
Importance of Being Ernest" are both
on my book shelf at home.
I sigh and pluck them from the obscurity
of the bottom shelf anyway.
The voices have been silenced, I meander
towards the till to make my payment.
Wayne Russell is a creative writer born and raised in central Florida, he has been doodling with words and art since the age of five. He was first published at the age of nineteen in 1989 via snail mail, fast forward to 2007 he was published via 21st century technology.
Nice shot at the spirits hanging there... pardon my pun! Looks like we may have met there.
ReplyDeleteI am also a fan of thrift shops. I live way out in the country and it takes 20 minutes to get to a retail low priced chain store.
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