Shop of Memories (Part III)
The bell clanged at the door as the customer I was speaking to on the phone entered my shop.
“Let me see it.”
I pulled out a small display case and placed it on the counter.
“The chain is in perfect condition.”
I still remember the imprint it left tight around her neck.
“Wow, it really is as blue as you said.”
I nodded. The color of her lips as she drew that last breath.