Kourtney Camille

My Curious Regret

There I sat behind the dusty counter with my sketch pad in front of me and pencil in hand, thinking of what to draw next. I have always loved art and for as long as I can remember, I have had dreams of becoming a famous artist. When business is slow, which is often, I sketch. Sure, I could be working, straitening up or cleaning the dusty old antiques, but I would rather do something I enjoy, something that takes my mind off this old, smelly place. “See you tomorrow, Adam!” my manager yelled with enthusiasm as I unchained my bike from the bike rack. At least it was not his usual corny joke about insurance or me going too fast. My apartment is about 3 blocks from the shop, so it works out perfectly.