It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you.
I jumped at the sound of a woman’s greeting and quickly turned around bumping into a case that contained a space suit. The woman snickered a little as I grabbed the case before it fell over knocking who knows what else over. “Sorry. I didn’t…” She smiled, waved her hand and cut me off, “It’s fine, dear. No harm done.” Continue reading