Only recollections and remembrances thrive in a vacuum, after all, when there is nothing left to shut them out.
* * *
The light wasn’t flickering. That was the first thing the young man noticed, although he couldn’t quite fathom why he’d expected it to. Perhaps he’d imagined it was just a fault with the electrics; a surge in the circuit, or a fuse that had tripped. Something that could be accounted for by way of rational explanations. But the light was steady, unrepentant; shining at the back of the shop with stability as it illuminated the room behind the counter.
Or rather, where the counter used to be, he corrected himself. It was only an empty shell now. With most of the fixtures and fittings having been wrenched out of place, the room was almost entirely devoid of character or pers
