broken glasses

 It was a typical Saturday afternoon, Ily went shopping to her favorite discount store. The building seemed to be silent as she walked around listening to her Ipod. She searched the racks and pummeled through the store. Payday was yesterday and her eyes were on the prize. She had been working so hard, she had been through so much. She grabbed some makeup, clothes and a couple pairs of glasses. She looked at a brown and black pair. The brown made her face hide and shaped her cheeks nicely. The other looked sharp and gave her an edge. She grabbed them both and headed towards the fitting room with some clothes in her hand.

She tried on the clothes, deciding which new outfits she wanted. She looked at her purchase. Spending 120 dollars was insane in just one day, she thought. I don't have this kind of money to waste. She wanted to believe. I deserve a break she thought as she broke the security tag. Her heart started racing. She didn't even dream of getting caught. She was hiding in a place no cameras could be found. Pay for one, pocket the other. They can't see anyway and its only one little item. They won't miss it.  she thought. It wouldn't be the first time she took something. Candy off the shelves and lipstick from the store. This is roughly the same size and worth a whole lot more.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Corporations don't need that $20 like I do. This store won't notice what they lost until I am gone. One last sharp push and into her purse the glasses drown.

She heads towards the register. The register gets a phone call "One... Just one." is all she hears them say. Are they on to her? If so, is it too late? It's probably nothing. She smiles and pays.

As she leaves the store, she's in her own little world. Freedom. Sunshine. I deserve the break, she thought. The adrenaline was intensifying. She made it and walked towards her car.

Out of no where and somewhere deep behind her. She hears an "Excuse me, Miss?" Ily spun around with a heart sinking jolt. She knew as the nerves and the tears come.

This is the end of freedom and the beginning of the box. All for $20 she could have afforded, all because she broke.