2/13/11 The Hat Salesman

I didn't forget about last night. I wrote but just didn't post it. Here it is. My fiance said I should write about a hat salesman.

The hat-boxes were all stacked in haphazard columns along the walls and throughout the display floor.

As Creston walked among them he was careful not to bump the towers of boxes.

“You looking for anything in particular?” The voice emanated from the back of the store.

Creston searched for the person to whom the voice belonged.

“Um, yes. I need a top hat for a costume. I am going as a magician.” Creston made his way to the back of the store.

“Well, a top hat will be fairly expensive. You might want to rent one from the shop down the street.” The voice was now coming from the other side of the store.