Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing, the overwhelming desire to open one of her own; one that would actually have things that people wanted to buy.
“Mum, you know my inheritance fund Nan left me?” she said on getting home.
“Yes, you’ll get it when your twenty-one,” her mother replied.
“Well, that’s only eleven months away, and I was thinking, yeah, that it would be a lot more useful, right, to have it making money. After all, it ain’t like it’s getting a lot of interest sitting there, with the economy like it is, and all.”
“Make money, how?” her mother asked.
“I was thinking of opening an antique store, you know I always liked them, yeah, and Nan and me used to go to them all the time. I could call it like Nan’s Attic”
“What gave you that idea?”
“I was at the Treasure Trove today, right, and there ain’t anything real people would want. Like, I ain’t being funny or nothing, but real people wouldn’t want any of that naff stuff in their houses.”
“So how would you do it differently?” her mother inquired.
“Well, I would fill the shop with really cool stuff, that was right old, like from the 70s and stuff.”
First Line Friday: Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing.