Thin fingers, unnervingly strong, grip my wrist.
“Put it back. It’s not for you.”
“It’s for sale,” I protest, “it’s priced.”
She prises it from my fingers, returns it to the shelf.
Seething, I drift over to the jade carvings, still hankering for the obsidian globe.
Another customer swoops gleefully on the globe, pays and leaves the shop.
I glare at the owner.
There’s a squeal of brakes outside, a sickening thump, and I see the obsidian globe rolling back into the shop doorway.
The owner shrugs and smiles.
“It wasn’t your turn,” she says, “Shall I hold it for you?”
Phew! I thought that was me done with Friday Fictioneers for good this morning, when I had my first encounter with Block Editor – I’d wondered what you were all talking about. Hopefully I’ll be able to retain this Classic mode, if not… 😦 The words ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ spring to mind. Thanks to Rochelle for her work as leader of Friday Fictioneers, our happy international band of writers.