Kerry’s head swiveled around, taking in the stack of boxes filled with wooden mixing bowls, cutlery and jars of spices. She cast her gaze upwards and spotted rolling pins, lanterns, cast iron pans and dozens of pale aprons hanging from the rafters of the warehouse.
She turned to her friend Dana.
“You drove me out into the middle of the Pennsylvania countryside… for this?” she asked. “What is it?”
Dana laughed. “I told you, it’s an Amish discount store. Their version of Wal Mart.”
Kerry eyed the dust and cobwebs on the shelves. “I’m guessing Amazon has nothing to worry about.”
Word Count: 100
[This was the first story I wrote for this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I thought it was a bit weak, so I tried again and wrote the story you see above. Still, I hate the idea of not letting this story see the light of day so here it is.]