Superstition

It was on his way home when he spotted the store. Somehow, somewhere he had made a wrong turn, ended up in some quiet alley no one knew about unless you had to be there. His kind of place really. This particular shop had a certain vibe to it that caught his attention.

Not wasting any more time, Ghiyath headed inside. An aroma of herbs and incense filled his nose, giving this place a certain calmth. It was what he expected. Everything else around— not so much.

Some kind of stone found its way in his hands. A crystal maybe? Ghiyath kept walking, turning the stone between his fingers as he walked past some tall shelf. When he went around the corner, the stone was gone.

“What the fuck,” he muttered to himself as he looked around the shop some more, red eyes looking around. What kind of place was this?

With his pockets a bit heavier than before he already called this little trip a success. There was no saying if it was worth anything, but he had to wait and see. Every little bit of money was welcomed with open arms after his last purchase.

A voice broke the calm silence that hung in the shop. Ghiyath turned around to face a girl making some kind of joke. He flashed her a quick grin. “I bet,” he said, letting his eyes wander around once more. If that was what he was looking for, this was the last place he would search.

“Hard to say really,” he mused as he took a few more steps, one hand tracing the shelf to his left. Where he previously thought he knew what he would find here, he was no longer certain of that. “What is it exactly, you sell here?” To him it looked like she sold all kinds of things people would buy for someone’s birthday when they did not know what they liked. “Anything fun?” He cast her a curious look as he stood still.