GothicBellydncr |
09-28-2010 07:19 PM |
This is a bit of writing from an introduction I am working on editing.
The shop was dim that winter morning, the snow slowly falling upon the small town that morning. Children could be seen running the streets, school canceled for that day, but people still needed to work, and the twenty year old antique shop owner saw no reason to close her shop that day, especially with the clients she catered to. The antique shop was more than it appeared, behind the ancient cherry counter, dusty jars and leather bound books lined shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling. The rest of the shop was littered with what looked like average looking antiques, though there were crystal balls and tarot cards scattered among the store. The owner of this small corner shop was, to put it simply, a witch.
That morning, the young woman was busy cleaning, her waist length black hair tied into a high bun as she worked, her light blue eyes caught in a serious stare as she observed her work from behind black framed glasses. Her slightly pale skin was hidden mostly from the black sweater she wore, a loose turtle neck hiding the lower half of her face slightly. The heat had not yet kicked in, and the shop was still a bit chilly, but she knew it would be warm soon, but she needed to get to cleaning.
Dark grey stockings covered her legs, black boots rising above her ankles as she slowly stood up, a black pleated skirt twirling slightly as she moved, the hem stopping a few inches above her knees. She was a small woman, standing at an even five feet, and she was slender too, her height obvious when she tried to reach for things most could reach. The young woman stretched, yawning slightly as she moved, setting her cleaning supplies behind the counter, out of sight of any customer. The store was slowly heating up and becoming comfortable.
“Well Relina, seems like today is going to be pretty slow…” She muttered to herself, sighing as she sat behind the counter, leaning against the cold wood as she pulled out her laptop and began working on something. She was a student, and the store was only open around her schedule, though with no school that day, the college student was able to have the shop open the whole day.
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