Something rustled at the back of the store. A strong, yet delicately scented smoke filled the air inside the dimly lit shop. I never know what I might find in an antique shop.Ī small bell tinkled as Erin opened the door. Several Japanese symbols were written on a faded sign above the door with ‘Little Tokyo Antiques’ printed in tiny letters beneath. Just then, Erin noticed a tiny, shabby store jammed between two modern buildings.
It’s my day off, and I’m going to enjoy it! I just need to relax and not worry about Grandma. Ugh! She thought, trying to push the negative thoughts out of her head.
The California sun was bright as Erin strolled through the streets of Little Tokyo, too lost in worry to notice the sights around her.
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