#oroxose

oroxose

“Mor!” 

a small voice echoed out through the alleyway. With the voice came the sound of hurried footsteps as they made their way down the dark pathway.

“Vent på mig mor!”

The voice slowly grew louder as it came closer to the woman it was directed at. Each footstep echoing out between the two buildings until they came to a stand still. A young boy came into the little bit of light shining through the darkness, and he’s smile quickly turned into a frown. He had thought he found his mother when in reality he had run into a complete stranger.

“ Welcome to my fortune telling shop, may your fate be pleasant. “

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  It was just a little book shop, just on the corner of   the street. Yet someone a female had wondered   in here. 

  Not that Anton was aware of it.

  Nope, Anton was instead sprawled over the counter   right at the back. books and papers scattered around   the smooth oaken surface as a single gold service bell   was situated on a low pile of books that cluttered the    service desk...and you could tell there were soft snores   escaping the male.

                                                Unbelievable.                                      He was [ a s l e e p ].

  What was odder, is that an owl was perched in bliss   on top of the unconscious shop owner. But now that   a possible customer had arrived, the owl stared with   wide, unblinking eyes in front of himself, waiting for    the new comer to show their face.