#AtoZchallenge G

Every day that Lala passed by the shop at the end of the street, she had to stop and look into the window. It was a glass blowing shop, and the person inside made the most beautiful knick knacks out of glass.

In particular, Lala loved to look at one bunch of glass grapes. They had been in the shop window for at least a year. Every day they would be dusted so they would catch the light of the sun as it danced over the perfect purple shade of glass.

Lala worked as a seamstress in a shop three doors down from glass grapes. Every day she would pass by and look with longing at the grapes. A few times the owner would be in the doorway, opening up for the day, and Lala would talk to him for a few minutes about things were going and what he was making that day. She would always comment on how beautiful the grapes were, sigh a heavy sigh and continue on her way.

Lala knew she could never get the glass grapes for herself. Her work was hard and didn’t pay a lot. She had responsibilities that meant buying even something so small would be an extravagant purchase and she just couldn’t justify it. She lived with her aging grandmother who had health problems. Every cent that Lala made went towards bills and rent and caring for her grandmother.

But that didn’t stop Lala from taking a moment every day to stop and look at those beautiful glass grapes.

One day, as she was passing by the shop, Lala made her turn and expected to stop as she always did. She looked into the window and saw that the glass grapes were no longer there. They had been replaced by a beautiful orange duck instead – the kind little children play with in the bathtub, only a glass version. It was magnificent and detailed and you could tell it was made with love – but it wasn’t the grapes.

Lala went to work a little saddened that day. She would have to find something else to brighten her way to work every day.

When Lala arrived at work, one of the other seamstresses walked up to her and placed a small package on her sewing table. “This came for you last night after you left,” she said.

Lala looked confused. She had never recieved a package at work before. She slowly unwrapped the brown paper. She could feel something lumpy inside. As the paper unraveled around the package, Lala noticed the familiar glint of purple glass shining out.

Almost dropping the precious gift, Lala gasped! Her hand flying to her mouth.

“Who left this?!” She asked the woman who had given her the package.

“No idea. Annabelle said she found it in the mail box this morning when she came in. Must have been left over night.” the lady shrugged as she went back to her sewing station.

Lala ran to Annabelle. “Annabelle! Was there a note with these?”

“No hunny,” Annabelle said. “Just a post-it that said ‘for Lala’ and that was it.”

On her break later that day, Lala walked the few steps to the shop where the grapes had come from. She asked the owner if he could remember who had bought them. He said that a little boy had come in with the money, asked for the grapes and left. The boy was too young to have that much money so he had asked where he got it from. The little boy replied that his father wanted them and to wrap them nice and secure so they wouldn’t break. That was all he knew.

Lala left the shop and returned to work. She would never know who delivered the grapes to her work, or how they knew her, but the grapes sat on her sewing station every day as a reminder of the kindness of strangers. Bringing her happiness even in the darkest of days.

For those of you just stopping by, this post is being written in participation of the A to Z challenge. No Love For Fatties will resume regular posts as of May 1st. Until then, enjoy a new short story every day of the month! If you are stopping by from A to Z, let me know by leaving a comment in the section below!

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