The shop was small, old and dark and even somewhat dirty. As the light shown through from the street outside...the dust in the air formed shafts of light falling on the old books.
When I entered the old shop it was like walking onto the set of the old Twilight Zone. A single elderly proprietor greeted me with a sideways glance not making eye contact. There were mainly old books and porcelain trinkets scattered all over the room in no particular order. But at the front of the shop ... peering out of the window sat a regal old chair with a half life size doll holding her ....it's....young one. I asked the shop owner if I could take a picture of her and he seemed excited that I would even want to. As I set up the tripod, he was right over my shoulder talking about the doll as if it was more than just a doll. Using words like....she, they, her...he even told me that "she" was great company after his wife passed last Summer.
As I left, I asked how much he was asking for the doll..."Not for Sale" he said.
Just to give full disclosure...the above account of my visit to the old antique shop was not a real experience for me...it is just a reflection of the feelings I had when I was wandering through the remnants of past lives...I did however take the picture in the shop.
1000 - My Word! - Haiku Horizons prompt: light *My Word!* The word of the day— Lucifer, bringer of light. Well, I never knew! . --- © J Cosmo Newbery 2017 ---
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