A few block down, near the park the old abandoned Ferguson Hardware store had the boards off it's windows. "Guess they finally finished the probate ... I wonder who'd moving in?" Curiosity and the desire for something new took her straight to the ancient screen door.
As she swung the screen inwards it struck the clanger of a tiny cowbell. It jingled merrily swinging in front of a carved wooden sign declaring " Caveat Emptor"
Joanna smiled. "Quaint."
That pretty much summed up the entire inventory. The old woman's store had had least some semblance of order, clearly labeled bottles on racks and shelves. This was chaos, grotty horses blankets laying on antique wedding dresses. Bins and shelves of trinkets, cheep knock-offs laying next to priceless originals. Cut glass atomizers laying next to neon cans. Somethings were labeled .. but the tags either made no sense or where written in foreign languages. Oddly positioned mannequins and taxidermied animals had jewelry draped over them in a haphazard form of display.
The proprietor still hadn't appeared so Joanna...
