Inspired by: Outlaw Blues
On Sunday morning, Sadie had the day to herself. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She didn’t want to sit in her apartment all day. She threw on some shades and hit the streets.
A few blocks from her apartment, she saw a boutique picture frame store, Outlaw’s Frames. Inside, a man told the owner he had just returned from hiking the Appalachian Trail. He clearly wanted to brag about it to anyone who would listen to him. The owner did not share his enthusiasm.
“Excuse me, let me just see if this young woman needs any help.”
The man looked disappointed. He looked at a frame’s price tag and immediately left the store.
“Thank you for saving me! He told me about every stop between Georgia and Tennessee.”
“Don’t mention it. I was just wandering around, it must have been fate. Even as a doctor, I’m afraid these are out of my price range.”
“These aren’t just any frames. I make them from casks of bootleg liquor from prohibition. But I firmly believe you saved my life, I’ll give you anyone you want for free, and I’ll mount your painting.”
Sadie immediately felt self-conscious. She was wearing jeans and a band t-shirt in a store that catered to millionaire art collectors.
“No, it’s alright. I really can’t accept that, it’s too much. I don’t even own paintings, I was thinking about framing a…poster.”
“What kind of poster?” The woman asked, trying to make Sadie feel comfortable.
“I collect old movie posters. Like silent film days. Some of them really are works of art.”
“Silent movie posters! That’s the same time frame the woods reclaimed from. I’d be honored, bring me your favorite, and take care of the rest.”
Sadie thanked her profusely and left the shop.