As a result, I present:
Quest
Accepted
It is the twenty-first century. The days of seven
league boots, of secret wizards doling out quests from hidden booths in the market,
of dreams that come true are long, long gone.
Modern people could only shuffle through racks and
shelves of vintage stores to get a glimpse of the most mundane of treasures.
The well-worn denim jacket fit perfectly. Rare for a
thrift store find, but what drew her to it was the trio of badges that promised
things she only dared dream.
One was a smiley face with a negative sign to
indicate a wink and a positive sign for a nose. One was a topless woman, reminiscent
of a Nagel painting, with the words Soft Metals across the center, and the
last, the most intriguing button said, “Talk Kinky to Me!”
She clutched the lapels in her hands and posed in
front of the mirror. The reflection showed a bad-ass, someone daring, someone
who flirted and knew her own desires. Someone who took risks.
About as far as she could get from her normal
introverted self.
The jacket was five dollars.She chewed on her lower lip. Five dollars for a
broken-in jean jacket was not a risk. She could take off the buttons if she
wanted to.
Blushing, she bought the jacket and hurried out the
store. Quest accepted.
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