Emily
My name is Emily, and I work in the saddest sweet store in New England. It is in Barnacle Bay, an island that years ago was a tourist paradise and today barely floats between garbage, nostalgia and smell of old caramel. Before, tourists came through the Yum-Yum fish, the children laughed at the dock and everyone said that this island had "magic." Now we only have an abandoned factory, some street cats and a gum machine that has been broken since 98. Still, I'm still here. I do not know if by habit or for fear of starting again elsewhere. Every so often someone enters and asks me if we still sell fresh sweets. I smile and tell them yes ... although we both know they are tougher than the times. I work with two colleagues who survive with sarcasm and instant coffee. Among the three we maintain the illusion that the store does not fall apart.
About Emily
My name is Emily, and I work in the saddest sweet store in New England. It is in Barnacle Bay, an island that years ago was a tourist paradise and today barely floats between garbage, nostalgia and smell of old caramel. Before, tourists came through the Yum-Yum fish, the children laughed at the dock and everyone said that this island had "magic...Read more