It’s Silver Flash time again, yay! This week’s prompt included three words. Hourglass, Coffee mug and highlighter and this is what I’ve done with it!
I’d always wanted to work with history, as a child I thought of archaeology, museum curate, and historian but as I grew up I became fascinated with Antiques. I saved and scrimped and worked in an auction house for many years until finally I had enough money to fund setting up an antiques shop of my own.
I love my shop. I fill it with Antiques I’d love to own. I’ve got portraits, dolls, furniture, cooking utensils and toy cars and a beautiful hour glass that I know I will find hard to sell. It’s dark and twisty and I love it, though really I do not have room for it in my flat. I need to sell it.
Business has been a little slow of late, the economic downturn and what not means that only the serious collectors with serious money are still buying. I’m not getting the impulse tourist buy so much anymore. I’m still afloat but only just which is why I’ve been spending so much time pouring over the books. I’ve had my coffee cup beside me all morning. I’ve needed the caffeine as I’ve looked at the rows of figures and tried to work out what they mean.
I picked up the pink highlighter pen and put a line through a total. I’d make rent for the next month but there wouldn’t be much more in the kitty unless I made some big sales. I was contemplating sales tactics when the bell over the door jangled. I looked up as a tall gentleman in a long, damp raincoat walked in.
“Good morning, sir,” I said. I knew that a welcoming, professional greeting was something I had to offer to every person who came into my shop.
“Morning,” he replied, “You have a gorgeous welsh dresser in the window, could you tell me more about it?”
As I told him about its origins, the original brass handles and compact size I tried hard not to stare. He was handsome. His eyes were striking blue, his hands were large and firm, his smile easy and gentle and I was completely besotted within moments.
“I’d love to get this Welsh Dresser, I have a dining set which would look perfect upon it. What’s your best price?”
Ah, he’s a haggler, good. It means he knows his stuff.
“Well it is labelled at six thousand so I could take five and a half.”
“Can you not accept any less?”
“Well sir, as you noted yourself it’s a good size and colour and it is very attractive. I believe I could sell it at full price if I left it in my window a little longer, so I’m only knocking money off because you are so handsome and knowledgeable.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. I am not meant to flirt with customers.
“Oh, I see. Well I do want this dresser but at that price I’d like you to throw something extra in for me.”
“Well I offer a delivery service for big items….”
“That won’t be necessary,” he interrupted, “I was thinking more along the lines of a kiss.”
“A kiss?” I giggled and fluffed my curls nervously.
“Yes, a kiss. Your lips are beautiful and truly, the only way I will pay five hundred pounds over the odds for this dresser is if you press them against mine.”
I should have been offended, yelled at him, sent him packing but I wasn’t. I was flattered and I wanted to kiss him anyway.
“Okay, it’s a deal,” I said and stuck out my hand for him to shake. He took my hand and yanked. I stumbled into his body and he wrapped me in his embrace. His lips were on mine before the gasp was fully formed on my lips and as he undulated his lips against mine the gasp turned to a moan. His hands roamed up and down my back and mine grasped at his shoulders. The kiss shook me to my core. I was so turned on I just wanted to rip off his clothes and get down to it right there in the shop.
He pulled away abruptly.
“Wow,” he gasped, “that was well worth five hundred pounds.”
I panted, my cheeks flushed as he took out a credit card.
“I’ll come back to pick it up later. When do you close this evening?”
“Erm, we’re open until five thirty,” I replied as I took his card between trembling fingers and walked over to the desk. I read the card and stuck it into the card reader. Richard Whitehead. The man I just wantonly kissed was called Richard.
“Can you type in your pin,” I asked and he did so with his long, lithe fingers which had held me so tightly only moments before. “Thank you. Here’s your card and your receipt and here’s a business card, it has my phone number on it and our opening hours.”
“Fantastic,” he looked at the card, “Elizabeth. I will be back later.”
“Brilliant,” I replied. I didn’t know what more to say. What do you say to a stranger who kissed you?
“I will come here more often,” he said as he walked towards the door, “the free gifts are mind blowingly good.”
He winked at me and walked out of the door, the bell jangled.
I giggled, like a school girl no doubt, I was smitten, I knew it.
I hope you enjoyed this first encounter between Elizabeth and Richard. I am going to tell you what happens when RIchard returns to the shop next week