Pushing open the front door of the pawnbrokers shop with steel security grille screwed to it to prevent the window from being broken and stock stolen. Eva entered and was assualted by a musty, dank odour. Peering around the shop with shelves stacked to overflowing with nic nac's, books, plates, cups and other assorted stock which was not to her taste. The reason for the visit was to pawn off a ring she found on one of the window sills of the pub she cleaned.
Heading for the counter with iron security bars fixed from floor to ceiling and a slot cut out at counter top height so stock could be passed through to the pawnbroker. Fumbling in her bulging purse for the ring finding it she passed it through the slot to the pawnbroker who was short and stocky nearly bald and could have done with a shower and shave the smell was overpowering. With eye piece in place ready to examine the ring but he wasn't impressed with what he saw only offering $20.00, passed it back and being such a small amount Eva said she would have to think on it.
A week later Eva decided to accept the small amount offered by the pawnbroker and headed off down the street towards the pawnbrokers shop. When she arrived to her horror the shop had been guttered by fire, not much was left standing only blackened brick walls, some burnt timber frames, bricks, roof tiles and stock scattered around in all directions. Disappointed she strolled back home placed the ring in a small wooden jewellery box which sat on her dressing table in the bedroom. (c) 2010 Windsmoke.