My favourite thing about going to the record store: I never know what treasure I’ll hunt down next.
Today’s no different. Though it’s not rare vinyl that’s tickling my fancy this time. Her immaculate taste in music catches my eye first. I’ve been following her around, pretending to be browsing a few letters down the aisle. She’s wearing a black dress with full circle skirt made of shiny fabric. She looks like a piece of exquisite album art.
I wonder if, when she spins round, her skirt will fan out and make her look like a record on the turntable.