Post by kit on Jun 7, 2012 21:49:14 GMT -5
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Though it's been awhile now I can still feel so much pain.
Like the knife that cuts you
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Rain drops pelted the glass of Emily's Antique shop. It wasn't hard but just enough to be heard against the thick glass. It was one of the slow days, such was the life in a small town. Someday it was busy and others it was just quiet. Summer was the best time for her as far as sales went tourist came seeking a little souvenir of their visit in the small little town. Emily was okay with that. Her biggest joy was the shop itself. Her mother had always wanted an antique shop but when she got Alzheimer's that idea seemed to be dead. Emily grew up as an only child, her parents were the world to her and she wanted nothing more than to please him. She herself wasn't the type to just leave Lockhart, her life was here. So when a nice sized shop opened up about four years ago that was it. She snatched it up. She'd always been into old things. It was fun for her. The shop was huge, bigger than she ever imagined even her mother approved. It had a large spacious first floor where she could put things up for sale and an upstairs area that was pretty much off limits to customers. Only the select few were allowed upstairs. A large sign clearly read, No one permitted upstairs without permissionUp there were where the real 'treasure' of The Crow's Nest was kept. Upstairs she had items of her own private collection. Some taken from her Grams' attic and a few things of her mother's. Those things would never be for sale no matter what price she was offered. There were also things she'd bought from customers that she'd fallen in love with and deemed to precious to sell.
Humming along to the radio playing in the shop she came down from the second floor dusting herself off a bit as she walked. Everyday she cleaned the store, dusting here and there cleaning up what needed to be when customers weren't around. Then on weekends she really cleaned up of anything needed it. Most of the customers were nice and knew it was best not to touch unless they wanted to buy it. So far in her four years only a hand full of things had been broken, and most of that was actually easily fixed and had a note put with it that it'd been broken, if it was something that could still be re-sold. If not it was added to her own collection because she was a bit of pack rat thanks to both her grams and mother so hardly anything ever really got thrown away. With her lunch in hand she made her way to the window seat sitting down quietly opening the dish of left over pasta from last night, rigatoni pasta with her own special blend of seasoning with a chicken mixed up in it with a light alfredo sauce. That was her supper and now her lunch but she didn't mind, very rarely did the blonde buy lunch unless there weren't left overs or if she decided later whatever she'd fixed didn't appeal to her.
Today though the leftovers were plenty good enough for her as she sat on the window seat looking out at the rain. It was a quiet day, the rain wasn't hard or steady enough to really make people stay inside but there was enough of it to make sounds on roof and window. Smiling she ate more of her lunch blowing the pasta a little taking a bite, licking her lips a little as she chewed it. Putting her fork down in her bowl she twisted the cap off the Mountain Dew beside her and took a long drink of that. She tried her best to be good but one thing she was addicted to was caffeine and nicotine though she didn't like to admit she was addicted to cigarettes she knew she couldn't deny it. She'd eat her meal and go outside for a cigarette that's just how she worked. Emil wasn't a chain smoker by in stretch she smoked. Three maybe four a day depending how stressed out she was. She smoked more when she was in a bar, sometimes two or three back to back but normally the blonde took good care of herself. She wasn't a heavy drinker and she ate healthy. Her figure wouldn't be what it was otherwise. A few more bites and her lunch was eaten, uncurling herself from the window seat she took the dish back upstairs rinsing it off in the bathroom sink and came back down just as the bell rang above the door. Smiling she ran a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair going to greet them. "Hello, you need help finding anything in particular or just looking around?" She asked with a kind polite smile not really looking at who'd just walked in, it could be a local or just a visitor she'd figure that out later.
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