WHO: Lewis Carroll, Open to ANYONE WHAT: The Shop WHEN: Friday afternoon WHERE: His shop, Wonderland Oddities and Antiques WARNINGS: TBA (likely nothing?)
Charles sat behind the counter of his shop, listening to the squeal of the chair as it turned in slow circles. Sure he was getting a bit dizzy, but it was certainly better than simply sitting there motionless. It was a Friday afternoon and usually the shop was busier than this; this being absolutely no customers at all. In fact, Charles hadn't seen another person since 10:23 that morning, when a very satisfied customer walked out with her genuine shrunken head. Charles had placed the check for several thousands of dollars safely in the register and then waited. And waited.
He was still waiting.
To pass the time he had cleaned and dusted all the shelves and then rearranged several of the displays. He switched out a few of the items for the ones he had in the back room and then did his accounts. There was nothing left to do. He had even spent an hour throwing balled up paper at a trash can but that had gotten boring quickly and it wasted paper. What he wouldn't give for a book, but he had left his at home and the ones in the shop were in languages he didn't speak.
He was contemplating just writing out equations for fun when the bell finally rang, announcing someone entering the shop. Charles was so excited he stood quickly, the chair giving a mighty groan. He had to pause for a moment simply to avoid falling over.