The Pawn Shop
Arthur Stone enters a pawn shop with a box of his wife’s things in his arms. An unexpected encounter leads him to question his recent actions.
An electric buzzer sounded as Arthur Stone pushed the glass door of Al’s Pawn Shop open with his hip. He carried a box large enough to block his view, and he craned his neck around to see where he was going. The smell of stale coffee and something moldy hit his nostrils, like it had on his previous visits, and he tried breathing through his mouth. The store was too bright, fluorescent light mixing with the morning sunshine streaming through the front window, bouncing off the glass cases and shiny objects that lined the walls.
“Hey there,” he said to the kid behind the counter…