Who: Marlene & Fred What: Conversations and perusing junk When: June 23rd - Morning Where: Birdie's Junk Shop Warnings: Lowish
Fred liked Birdie's because one man's junk was another man's treasure. Or something like that. Sometimes one man's junk was any man's junk. Still, there were times when he came across interesting things at Birdie's and he hoped that today would be one of those days. Wandering around the shop, he looked in bins and on shelves, making sure to glance all the way to the very deepest, darkest parts of the shop because that was usually where the good stuff ended up being. He had decided that it was almost a game to find a diamond among the dull items. It also helped to take his mind off of things he couldn't control, like his life.
He'd been back from the dead for several months now, but it still felt so strange that he wasn't sure how to really manage. He didn't know where to go from the point where he was, but at least the worries that he was suddenly going to be dead again had lessened. They weren't entirely gone by any means, but they weren't nearly as bad as they'd been at the start. He hadn't gotten around to getting a therapist like Ron had suggested, but the fact that his noise issues hadn't lessened at all told him that maybe he should consider following his brother's advice after all.
It was his thoughts on that matter that had him in another world when he backed out of an aisle and bumped into someone. Turning around immediately to make sure he hadn't knocked them over, he let out a relieved breath when he saw the woman standing. "I'm sorry," he said. "Off in another world, apparently."