You hear Abdul singing softly as he moves some boxes and items in the back room. You decide to look around in the store. As you rummage through some of the antiques, you hear the door open and the bells chime. You see a rather old man walk in with another younger but trim looking fellow. The older man had a trimmed, white beard and a genial looking face. His white hair on top was slightly receding but still full. He wore a nice black suite underneath his raincoat, which the young man removed and draped over his arm. Like yourself, the old man had a growing belly on his helps but nothing as big as yours. The younger man wore some sunglasses and looked sternly around.
You pretended not to notice and continue looking through the different items in the office. You notice both men walking to the back of the office. You walk over to the door to see the older man talking with Abdul in a soft voice.
"Hey Abdul!", you say with a short wave of your hand. Both men look at you in slight surprise. Abdul's face brightens.
"Oh John! Great to see you. I had a customer here interested in selling some items".
"Well, specifically some lamps", the older man said with a large smile and deeper voice. You could see that he had a few rings filled with diamonds on his hands. His guard stood silently by as he talked.
"Well you won't have trouble in this shop. You are?"
"Richard Banks. Not the most likely person to be around here. But the countryside has been a beautiful sight to see!". Richard shook your hand eagerly.
Abdul poured some tea for the man, "So why this shop? You certainly look like you could've sold the lamps in another big city".
"Well, I tried that but none of the store owners were very interested. I was told by an art dealer than each price I was given was way below their actual value. He mentioned your shop as one with a good reputation. Even in the middle of the country, that is an impressive feat!"
Abdul blushed slightly, "Um..well...I do my best. This is my family's shop for two generations now"
"So what lamps did you want to sell?" John asks.
What happens next?
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.82 seconds at 12:16am on May 14, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author