Ramona Quimby, My First Love.

I’m linking up today with the Red Dress Club:

The prompt is:
Write a short first-person story about your first love, or write a short fiction piece about a character’s first love.

I’d asked my parents to take me to Waldenbooks. My dirty Tretorns spirited me from our space in the parking lot into Lakeside Mall, which always smelled of Swenson’s waffle cones.

My palms were sweating so much the crumpled bills in my hand were damp. I’d been saving my weekly allowance for ages in my purple cash box that opened with an impossibly tiny key. “Erin” was carefully carved into the metal as if those four letters would prevent someone from stealing what little I had.

I walked straight to the back of the book store where the young adult section was. Too many decisions: Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume, Baby-sitters Club. But I knew what I wanted. I gently eased the orange paperback from the shelf with the tip of my index finger. The stiff book crackled when I opened it and had that wonderful new smell. I inhaled deeply.

I walked briskly to the check out and placed my purchase on the counter. I smiled at Ramona and couldn’t wait to bring her home and up to my room.