Saturday, The 8th
Late Morning
HE WOULD NEED A SHOWER AFTER THIS. FINDING NEAT LITTLE treasures brought him joy, but the places where the treasures were stored were, in his mind, notoriously unclean. The word “thrift” itself carried a connotation of dirt and dust and the fragile shells of the empty carcasses of insects, even if the shop and items were relatively free of traces of their previous owners. Scott looked at all the items, some of them being obviously recognizable things, and others being absolutely alien cow tools to him. Evidently, they must have been dishware based on their surroundings. None of them warranted touching, just looks to take in the shape and color, and to inform speculations on the material before casting his eyes elsewhere to forget that they exist in any spec
