Shimmerings: Ch 1
Let's see, where do I start? Ah, yes, the little shop! It was called the dragon's lair. Tiny and a huge mess. But a little kindness goes a long way, as I later learned.
I'm John! A tall, skinny, happy-go-lucky guy. With a reddish beard that I might have let go for a bit too long. Blue eyes and an artistic soul.
"John, what are you doing?" And that is my friend Marie, a brunette with her hair in a loose ponytail, kind of short, maybe 160 cm tall, who, due to a lack of exercise, had put on a bit more weight. She has become one of my best friends--well, my only friend, to be honest. College is a dangerous place for a nerd like me. She stuck by me, though.
"Nothing much. Have you ever noticed that shop?" I said, pointing toward the Dragon's Lair.
"Tsk, you are such a nerd!" Marie giggled, "Well, smell you later!"
"That isn't your thing," I laughed.
"What isn't?"
"Smell you later," we both laughed. After that, we went our separate ways. I headed toward the shop. A bell announced my arrival, followed by a crashing sound from behind this mess.
Piles were everywhere, some reaching the ceiling with all kinds of stuff. I didn't take much of a look around but tried to navigate my way towards the back. Where I saw two feet and an arm sticking out from under a pile.
" Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"Not really, I might need some help." an old feminine voice came from under a pile.
I started clearing the pile carefully.
" Don't worry about being careful, just get me out of here" the voice ushered.
I did just that, and after a little while, I helped this tiny old lady out of the pile just before it came crashing down where she had been.
"That was close. Are you okay, ma'am?" I asked this lady, who must be close to 80 and wearing a Boudreaux business suit. She was maybe 150 cm tall, not more. Her hair, completely white.
"Can I offer you something to drink, young man?" she said sweetly, "it's the least I can do, really; you saved me after all," she added.
