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PapillonCameo
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02-06-2015, 01:32 AM
The streets were crowded, as always. Ever light illuminating the sidewalks glinted off jewels, cufflinks, the edge of a button, the threads of ribbons. This was the tourist section of the city, a place where commerce and wonders mingled together to delight the senses, and invite the lightening of wallets.
Valentina worked in an antique shop. She delighted in the musty smell of old tomes. Ever inch of wood furniture, warm, was a work of art to her eyes. In these days of technological advance, of manufacturing, objects had no soul.
Besides, she felt safe surrounded by things of old. Safer then out and about. It wasn't guns that scared her. It was something else entirely that sent her heart racing, her body trembling.
Just thinking of it made Valentina waltz away from the counter, the old intricate cash register, and out onto the sales floor. Colored glass lampshades with delicate flowers shone. An old fountain pen lay across the top of a worn copy of Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities. She wound a glass music box, and listened to the tinkling music with a smile.
~LONGCAT~:
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