*This story is written (by me) as part of the “image inspiration chapters” story on chyoa.com*
In Carry’s home town there was an ephemeral shop. Its owners would lease the place to several small businesses in succession, each for a period of a few months. In this way the same store could cycle through a hairdresser, a bakery, a pharmacy and more all in the same year. Today on the way to work, Carry saw that the ephemeral shop was now being run by an antiques dealer. He loved antiques, so on the way home that evening, he stopped by.
It was impressive how each new leased shop keeper was able to make the store their own, as if it had always been so. This time was no different, it looked as though all the mass of stuff inside had naturally accumulated over years of collection, yet not a week ago the same space had been dedicated to a manicurist. Vintage irons by the dozen, trays full of old pearly rosaries, massive stacks of women’s fashion magazines from the twenties, ornately decorated mirrors, coins of the defunct currency, glassware, old tools, at least one vintage Singer sewing machine, an enormous oak clothes cabinet and more all but saturated the space inside.