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Christies Curiosity Shop


'They' say, 'The dead cannot tell tales.'

But this is the age of the video-cassette.

And, one dark and rainy night found a sweating Billy Lamont running down narrow cobbled-streets.
He was wearing his biker leather, white tee, bluejeans and heavy boots, that splashed hard in large puddles, as he ran from the two blue-bottles following him, one blowing his stainless-steel whistle.

Billy panicked even more and, the knuckes of his right hand holding the flicknife turned white.

'How was I supposed to know there two coppers standing nearby?' He considered harshly, recalling cutting the handbags straps, then a voice behind him bellowed, “Oi you?”

Billy had dropped the bag then fleed, just as it had begun to run.

He had run away from the city centre streets and away from the crowds trying to avoid the rain. He headed for the older part of town, where the streets were cobbled and the streets narrow. Although it was early in the evening; there were no shops lit, bar one. That is where Billy headed.

Frenzied, Billy jerked the door open and looked around himself.
He had just come out of juvie and was eighteen now. If he was caught it meant real jaitime.

He looked around the room, filled by a myriad of allsorts; stuffed animals, redundant wheel-to-wheel machines, a plethora of old brass instruments, which caught light from the single bulb that dangled from the ceiling high above.

Billy crouched low, so as to keep away from view of the front window, as he moved deeper into the gloom of the store.

He approached the counter that seemed to have a large black bear standing tall over the till, with the corridor to the back; just to the left of the bear.

Standing he called out, “Anyone here?”

A door opened and closed and a stooped old man in a smart drey suit walked toward Billy.

This was Old Man Christie, the stores open.

“You're not supposed to be back here young man,” he croaked, as Billy flicked the knife open.

“I want the money old man!” He snapped.

Christie looked to the blade then said, “I'll open the till for you.”

“Sensible move old man,” Billy snarled, looking around himself wildly.

There was something wrong, he felt it.

Then from outside he heard that damn whistle again.
He swirled round and as he did so the blade sank into Old Man Christie, who fell to the floor, blood quickly pooling around him.

Billy paled as he looked down, trying to understand what had happened.

That is when the monitor's in Christies office recorded to tape, a swipe from the black bear to Billy's face that killed him immediately.

Then the light that had glowed in the bears eyes died out and, it stood once more in it guard of the till, as Old Man Christie stilll sought breathe, as the bell for the door opened and the boys in blue entered his shop, with one calling out, “Anyone here?”

As he died, the old man grinned: it was all on tape.

'Dead man can tell tales.'