the village: gift shops

just a small town girl

A bustling tourist village. Two gift shops joined at the hip.

My teenage summer job: lobster beanbags and cheesy T-shirts. The old building awash in balsam. From the pier out back, a tour boat blasts its arrival.

Mrs. Mudge, a curmudgeon of a boss, radiating her disapproval as I snuck downstairs past the racks of embroidered whale shorts and windbreakers for a piece of peanut butter fudge.

And the pendant I won in the scrimshaw sales contest, a tiny schooner etched upon a crescent moon of yellowed ivory, worn on a delicate gold chain around my neck like a medal.

This is the last in the village micro mashup miniseries. Here are Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 in case you missed them!