| Goodnight, Emmy |
[31 Oct 2006|10:22pm] |
Emmy had forgotten what it was like the previous year.
Small town Halloween could be tough on a business like hers; the few young people found in Searchlight were eager for holiday fun, and there were few other recourses but to visit the strange little shop that had landed in town some years before.
Add in a few rentals of The Craft, and Unseen Insight saw a boom in business, beginning on Halloween and often extending into early November.
For her part, Emmy was beat. She needed more regular help at the shop; Aidan was a constant no-show, and when he did come in, it was only to fix this or that. Liam worked hard because it was the terms of their bargain, but between the two of them, it just wasn’t enough. Emmy had spent most of the day on her feet, shooing people away from the more specialized or dangerous items and books, or doing Tarot readings on the fly. She had made more money in a single day than she had all month in the physical shop (since the internet version did fairly well) and she was dead on her feet.
She opened the door to her silent house and slung her shoulder bag down in a living room chair, sighing softly to herself in the quiet. Her evening plans were simple: a bit of reading and a long sleep. She was just barely hungry, having sent Liam out for sandwiches in the early afternoon and having had nothing since, but too tired to bother with the kitchen. Maybe a cup of tea, or even chocolate later, before bed, but nothing more.
Emmy felt tired and lazy, and was quite content to stay that way.
( Behind Closed Doors )
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