Children of Man

As I pulled up in front of the shop, I had to recheck my directions. It was a dingy little hole in the wall stuffed between a Dollar General and a computer repair shop. It looked like it had just existed here since the creation of the first VHS tape. The windows were covered in thick yellow paper, and the outside was caked in a film of old dirt. The sign on the door said Open, but it was barely visible through the dirty window.

There was no way this place had what I wanted.

Written By: Erutious- https://bit.ly/3sYmLcJ