Alice | Ben |
It was really convenient, as it was just round the corner. The owner had come from abroad and was prepared to work very hard in his adopted land. He was even open all day on Sundays. Although such shops were normally pricey, this one happened to be the exception to the rule. Everything was up-to-date too, like the security cameras he’d had installed. However, despite being very popular, his application for a licence to open late on weekdays was rejected by the authorities. | It had one of those counters instead of the usual computerised check-out desks. Mrs Smith, the owner, was even known to extend credit. This was ironic, as she was said to overcharge people by giving them the wrong change. The place was packed from top to bottom, though you would never have known it from the outside. In fact, you would have thought there was nothing in it. Nevertheless, the owner could find whatever you wanted instantly, for everything had its place. |
Cathy | Don |
She was a fearsome woman, which is strange because you always imagine sweet shops as being run by kindly old ladies. Once, I didn’t have enough money, so I told her I’d pay her the next day. Even though it was an insignificant sum, she refused. She was also paranoid that we would steal something, so she would only let us into the shop four at a time. The others would have to wait outside until someone went out. I guess she was like that because of her rapidly failing eyesight. | Mr Field ran a store in the town centre. He always looked so smart and he even used to run charity events. The organisation for these was always excellent. In fact, he seemed a model citizen, so his prosecution for selling tobacco to minors came as something of a surprise to us. He’d always appeared so honest. You’d think the community would reject such people. In reality, nobody cared. Maybe it was because he worked until midnight, which back then was unheard of. |
Eve | Frank |
It was a curious shop. To be honest, I don’t know how the owner managed to make a living from it. The shelves always seemed to be bare. It looked as if a thief had broken in and made off with all the goods. However, the owner was pleasant enough and keen to gossip with the odd person that came in. She invested a lot of money in the place. I seem to recall her having a ramp installed to provide wheelchair access. | The shop was just across the street, which was rather handy for us. The downside, though, was that it was not a place for bargains. The owner was a rather reserved lady. She was hardly the sort to have a chat with her customers. As a result, she found it very difficult to be accepted by the locals. Eventually, she quit. I heard that she emigrated so that she could be with her sister who had settled in France. |
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