This once busy post office now stood deserted and the building was for sale. I recall when mother worked here, said it was her favorite job other than taking care of dad and me. Truth be known it was her only job but that job put a roof over our heads and food on the table. Dad, was a good provider until he took sick and mother had to be the breadwinner.
I stood back and pondered the idea of buying the place and opening up a book store. If it were mine I would keep the structure the same and keep as much of the interior as possible. A little elbow grease, some sanding, and painting would spruce the place up immensely. The floors were solid oak and could easily be refinished. The pigeon holes where the mail once went would be perfect to hold books. The windows were old and part of the history of the building so they would stay.
That was it, I was sold on the place and would head to the bank first thing Monday morning to arrange for a business loan.
This was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #32.