Flash Fiction #12

The store was damp smelling. Shelves lined the walls stuffed full of books. The top of the shelves were piled with various weird objects. When he got to the back of the store he saw a flash. The sword stood out because it was bright and polished. Unlike anything else in the store. How odd to have something so beautiful in a dark and cluttered store. The shopkeeper came out of the back by the time I had spotted the sword. He was old and hunched over. He walked with a limp and moved at a snail’s pace.

“How much for the sword?”

“$3,000 coin.”

“For a sword?”

“It’s a special sword.”

“A special sword……..hmmmm”

It almost glowed. The hilt had something on it but he didn’t want to get too close to it. He had an uneasy feeling all of a sudden. It felt like he was being watched.

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