It just may have been the most beautiful building she’d ever seen. Standing on the mezzanine level looking down at the Great Hall, Annie was brought to tears.
She never could have imagined being in New York City at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but here she was. Her friends back home in the small, upstate town laughed at her when she said she wanted to study art history. Even her father questioned her about the kind of future she would have.
But here she was, with a full scholarship in art history from Columbia, standing in the Met.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.