Family, Fiction, Human behaviour, Love, Psychology, Shopping

The Pink Shawl

Flowing pink waves. The soft fabric caught her eyes. It was a routine window shopping session but her hands were tempted. “Would you like to see it?” The store assistant played with her weak mind. So she touched it. She stroked the pinkness until she felt like it was a part of her. Later that night, when sleep was on its way, her eyes opened wide; her late aunt had had a similar shawl.

4 thoughts on “The Pink Shawl”

  1. Ah! That leaves me wondering. Did she buy it? And why does she remember her great aunt’s shawl? Indeed, why does she think of her great aunt? Lots of directions to chase it.

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