The Authentic Eclectic
A Tale Of Everyday Acrobatics
Black bras dangled enticingly behind the counter; some sparkly, some lacy, some with a satin sheen. My fingertips yearned to stroke their velvety contours. 50 percent off murmured the sale sign. Come on, you know you want me.
We were strolling past one of my favourite stores. But you told…