The Antique Centre

It was dark, musty and cold and it was her day. Why had she decided this was a good idea?

The children, now no longer children had left home after university, and she was left with an ill tempered spaniel and a slightly less ill tempered work driven husband. Left on the shelf with a sell by date aproaching. What was there to do for a middle aged, bolshy female, to do?

The antiques centre had been a haven, somewhere to buy all those things that weren't needed, and yet to buy something was a necessaity. When Mark, the elderly person at the centre had suggested she have a stall the idea had seem ridiculous. As the days passed, the idea grew and now she sat with an osortment of goods ready for sale. The mysteries of the bookwork was not so bad and since it was winter she cleaned, polished and hoovered.

The Centre began to shine and sparke even, people came in and commented. Had something changed? Was there new lighting? Sales improved as did her homelife. All in all, not such an antique after all.