Like a usual day, I went to my little antique shop. Even though it used to be very popular back then, now it is obsolete nowadays. There were a lot of people who absolutely hated the store but also, there were a lot of people who loves my little shop and finds peace in here. The atmosphere is very distinct. The smell, the feelings and the setting are what makes the shop interesting.
The shop was filled with the sun’s bright sunlight, which made the shop look like an old gold palace. The dust smell was everywhere, from doorknobs to glass edges to even the inside of the old vases. The embroideries on the caftans of the greatest sultans hold the mystical secrets of palaces and kings that is why everyone who entered the shop thought that this place is under a mysterious power.
The rusty doorbell jingles, to alert the proprietor that another client has entered the shop. Antique treasure chests with worn leather straps, filled with who knows what. Elaborately carved silver mirror frames hanging on the wall beside the old version of the book “Dorian Gray’s Portrait” written by Oscar Wilde. And of course, a shelf full of classical books. They were shelf-worn, ragged pages with bended spines that is falling apart.
There were a lot of dols. Maybe from some wars or some of them used to belong to a grandmother. But that specific group of dolls were very different from others. While most of them were torn apart, shabby and they were well loved. You could see from her pale face and her eyes of the brightest blue with her chipped red lips, she was not made with love. Some kind of spell was casted inside of her. There was clearly something wrong with her.
My tiny store is very decrepit but except for that, the sprites and the soul are very alive. I think it’s an honour to be in this fascinating place that holds and revives the memories of people who lived in the past like previous kings, lords, princesses… you can find anything and everything here.