posted on Aug, 17 2016 @ 07:41 PM
He lit a smoke and took a long deep drag. As he exhaled he began to speak, "don't look to me for advice, I'm a prime example of
what not to do." He tipped his brim continued on his way. The morning sun began to crest and it outlined the trench coated figure walking away.
Standing here on this city block everything was coming alive in usual way mornings do. Steam billowing from copper grates. Long silver cars
making their way through the cobbled streets. The smell of flowers, herbs and oil. I checked my pocket watch and realized I was far past late! "I
need to get to work!" I exhaled as I made for the corner hardware store. The same direction Mr. Smokingtrench was headed.
Vearneth's was a beautiful shop. It's exterior doors adorned with copper trim and pewter inlays. Smoked glass made up the bulk of the façade.
The words VEARNETH was block letter painted across the two doors. As I entered I heard old V shuffling papers. He heard me enter and yelled "Why are
you late? Out chasing skirts again?!" I laughed to myself, I was never late despite his daily yammering. I replied "Maybe they were chasing me."
He snorted and chuckled and went on about his work.
I began to open up shop. There were always a few customers waiting at the door. We couldn't keep enough spanners or standard sized nuts or bolts
in stock these days. It's refreshing to sell something that furthers our community to help itself. As I was ringing up a customer, I saw the
silhouette of a man with a wide brimmed hat and trench coat pass by the shop. It stopped at the door. Then the door opened.