by Sara Petitt
The store was dim and dusty
Cloaking the men in back
Quietly talking.
The child was bored and restless.
Looking up at the
Elevated train.
Resentment filled her heart and mind.
Why share her Father
This Sunday afternoon
In this haberdashery store
Filled with drab bras and socks.
Then the thought came to her.
She emptied all the sock bins out.
Slipped size labels off
Put them back by color.
The scolding she got was worth it.
That was the last time
Her Father took her there.
Sara Petitt has a BFA from Bennington College where she majored in Fine Arts and minored in Literature. Although she has always worked professionally in art as a teacher and designer her second passion is writing.