Little Sewing Shop [Flash Fiction]
by: Hesika Bonifacio The summer scent of cotton candy fabrics and sunflower-laced dreams took hold of the little sewing shop by Tenth Avenue. I drove my minivan for fifty centuries across the grasslands of Las Vegas and the craters of Mars to reach the little sewing shop, enshrouded then by vines and neon lights. Inside was the pink polar bear clerk, who smelt faintly of bubblegum. I said, "I want to buy the most expensive frock in your little sewing shop." He said, "Okay. A broken childhood teddy bear, a mirror too good to be true, and three silver shining pennies, and the golden dress is yours." I dug my fingers three feet deep into my ragged pockets and found only a car, a doll, and two shining silver pennies. The pink polar bear frowned. He kissed my hand and took me to the backroom of the little sewing shop, where three candy men were working diligently with their little sewing machines. The clothes they produced were made of the finest silk and the softest co...
