Antique Shop
You’d be greeted by a man with a stuck frown and valleys in his skin. Dust that was in the air settled on the counter he sat behind. Behind glass recently oiled by the boredom of grandchildren, sat relics from memories that old man never acquired, at least not mentally.
A dagger used to betray a king some hundreds of years ago. A chalice that belonged to a monk that practiced celibacy until he joined the cosmos, and a talisman carved from ancient wood from a tribe long forgotten.
An antique store, easily passed by while driving to a day job, held worlds now stored in precious objects lost to time.
