I will take this night to think for myself, leave you out of my mind, just this once.
It seems we become a little more alike everyday.
The bus brakes squeak as it comes to a stop nearest to the store.
I quickly grab my belongings from the floor and rush through the soon-closing doors.
I hop onto the pavement and happily walk to the store which I have become accustomed to.
The air feels heavy on my skin but the smell of rain almost calms me.
I take my key and unlock the door to the homey smell of fabric and the now cold tea I made this morning.
I bring my work to the farthest part of the store and begin with my tailoring.
The large space daunting, I find myself drawn to the office where I first stayed.
12 hours on the clock.
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After a little more than 8 hours solely concentrating on this suit, I've managed to finish all the alterations needed.
I stretch quietly, loosening the muscles pent from being in the same position.
With less than 4 hours till the product is due, I decide to rest for a moment more.
I slowly stretch my way to the stove, fixing a cup of hot tea.
Just in time for afternoon tea
I sit on the large armchair beside the front window with my legs beneath me, watching the strollers and busybodies walk beside one another in harmony.
A little girl helps her mother carry the groceries home on the same pavement as a businessman with a file-filled briefcase who looks to be almost late for a meeting.
Little Isabel loves spending this time with her mother because she knows that when they get home her mother will have more to worry about than grade 4 maths marks; her new younger brother flooding her mother's senses.
At this same moment, much older, Maurice, is worried about what his fellow employees will think of him being late to one of their first meetings. He thinks they will blame his old age for his poor time management when in reality it was his wife's doctor informing him of the couple's shortening time together.
Each individual who walks in front of this window has a story to tell and I can only hope they receive grace for it.
After what felt like moments of people-watching the tea that touches my lips is cold and I know that I have rested too long.
After returning my dish to the sink, I turn to the large grandfather clock at the front of the store.
6:00
It seems I fantasized about the lives of pedestrians far longer than I thought.
I quickly get to my feet and begin packing the suit for delivery.
I bring the large garments to the back office where the suit covers are stored.
As I lay the tailored jacket over its hanger the ding of a bell catches my attention.
I put down the jacket and peer from behind the open office door, looking for the new customer.
When I look I do not see what I expected to.
I do not see a young boy looking for alterations on his suit for a formal.
I do not see an older woman asking for a hem adjustment on her dress.
Instead, I see a group of three very large, and very non-tailor-wanting men
WHO IS THATT?!?!
I know smth you dont knoww 🤭
Ty for reading ml mwah mwah mwahhhhh
See you soon XOXO -Gossip Girl
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Needle & Thread
RomanceDeirdre Doherty A Scottish farm girl who moves from her small town and abusive father to London where she starts her career in tailoring. After adjusting to her surroundings, she starts an apprenticeship with a local tailor, leading to the discovery...
