Deal of the Century

Evie

I parked my car in front of the small antique store. I often shopped at the place when I was looking for that little something special to make a party theme complete. I had a good relationship with the owner and appreciated the many stories he had about the old days.

I walked in, the bells on the door alerting him to my presence. The bells were a necessity. The shop was packed, wall to wall. In some places, things were stacked so high one couldn’t see more than a few inches in front of them.

I walked inside, being careful not to knock anything over with my purse. “Bob!” I called out the owner’s name.

I heard a muffled reply. “Back here.”

I followed the sound of his voice. He was kneeling on the floor, unpacking a box of what looked like skeleton keys.

“Those are awesome!” I exclaimed.

He softly chuckled. “These are trendy right now,” he commented. “The rustier, the better. I’ll sell these in no time.”

“They are very cool,” I agreed. I considered buying some just to have them. I w