The Hardware Store
by
A.H. Scott
(‘Searching For The Right Tool For Every Job‘)
Rebecca had been helping out at the family business since her father's stroke. The hardware store had been on hard times for three months before she took over the day to day running of that small store.
Denim shorts, shirt tied at waist and a pair of light brown hiking boots, gave this female a look of a capable outdoorswoman. Her red hair had been parted into two braids down to the middle of the back.
Corvette the color of passion pulled up directly outside of the store's entrance. It's owner walked inside and a single ding of a small bronze bell gained her attention from the back room.
Rebecca cheerfully greeted this customer, "Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?" Male took off his sunglasses and placed them into a pocket on a black and white checkered shirt, "Hey, honey, I'm in the market for a hammer".
"Well, sir. We've got some hammers over here. Exactly what type are you looking for?", her redden lips asked and walked over to another end of a counter. Walking behind this glass structure, she pointed downward, "How big a hammer are you in the market for?"