Sometimes You Need A Friend
Willa opens the front door of her shop and places the door stop, a knitted cat, to let the door stay propped open. It’s the third week of the shop being open, and the initial buzz about a new store has died down slightly. It’s a Wednesday, and fairly early. She moves toward the back and starts a pot of coffee.
She idly wonders, as she listens to the water heat and bubble, if she’s going to be able to do this. She’s not been on her own in many years, and in all the time she was with her ex-husband, he made her so dependent on him that she started to believe him when he said she couldn’t do things on her own.
She sighs and pours herself a cup when the pot finishes, hearing someone step into the threshold of her shop. “I’ll be right with you!”
