HumpDay Quickie #58

Posted: March 11, 2015 in Hump-Day Quickies
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Modern Vintage
by Voima Oy

On the street of old shops, there is a shop of old things–more curiosities than antiques. In the window, a tablecloth from a seaside resort keeps company with a gilded buddha and a manual typewriter. A mannequin is dressed for spring in an aqua suit with 3/4 sleeves, accessorized with hot-pink gloves.

The proprietor of this eccentric establishment is Mrs. Rhonda Hobart, who, up until 5 years ago, was an amateur collector, a frequenter of yard sales and flea markets, a passion shared by her late husband, George. Together, they had opened the shop, more as a hobby than a business, until George’s passing, when it became Rhonda’s life.

Most of the customers were dealers of more specialized items–maps or clocks or garden statuary. Today, for example, her friend, Nicolai, a dealer in figurines, had fallen in love with the shepherdess table lamp. Over tea, they discussed a trade.

“I immediately thought of you,” Nicolai explained. “It was a liquidation sale. A record store, going out of business. No one wanted the set, and Helmut doesn’t want to keep it. You know how that is.”

“Oh I do. So things are well with you two?”

“Couldn’t be better.” Nicolai looked over at the porcelain shepherdess with lambs at her feet. “He will love that lamp.”

Because they were friends, Rhonda agreed to the trade, and now she sat looking at the plastic dog, its sightless eyes looking at the record player, the sample record still and silent. His Masters Voice was the slogan at the time. It was a vintage item, all right.

“Well, then, let’s see if you work,” she said to the record player, turning it on.

The record began to play, familiar chords of the song by Modern English, “I Melt With You” a song Rhonda and George had danced to back in the days when they went to clubs and dressed in vintage clothes. “I’ll stop the world, and melt with you….”

The world stopped, melting in her tears. The black eyes of the dog grew shiny and wet.

“Oh George, I miss you,” Rhonda said to no one but the dog, and the store full of memories.

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Comments
  1. mariemck1 says:

    Touching and wonderful. Congratulations, Voima.

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