In store

An awful lot of red dirt has blown in through the door. The shelves are empty.
‘Ghost town?’ suggests Crates.
‘Seems pretty dead.’
There is another door behind the counter. Crates opens it. There’s a flight of stairs. They seem to go up to the store-keeper’s quarters.
‘Anyone home?’ Crates calls out.
No answer.
‘See what’s up there,’ says Questionella.
Crates goes up the stairs. Questionella follows.


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