The Lonely Emporium
There are some shops that never hear the bell saying that someone has entered. The lonely Emporium was one of them. Rumours- good and bad- spread like wildfires in the town of Glasgow. Nothing good was ever said about that solitary, neglected shop. Perhaps people spread rumours to him because it was to mysterious and magical for him to know about. Perhaps n0-one had ever been inside because it was to unknowing: people say it was a disappearing act. Perhaps it was true that inside stood piles of weak, ancient books stacked up to the ceiling: books full of dangerous, life-ending spells. Even at Christmas when the lights glisten and the small, porcelain dolls are sat in the dirty, glass windows catching the children’s eye, the shop is still untouched. It really was lonely.