Literature
The Unfinished Portrait
Chapter 1: Central Park
The antique shop always carried with it a smell. It was varnish, old paper, brass polish, dust spray, and above all else, stories. For Ty, the last one was the most important. Stories were what drew her to ask for the job in the first place, and in a way, stories were one of the few things she felt safe dealing with. She had gotten better with sales; she had even gotten her feet wet doing something Kane called “Picking.” In fact, she now had enough confidence in herself to work the cash register. But what kept bringing her back was the safety the stories provided her.
By now in her revival, Ty had been very good at understanding what stories meant to people. Even if they didn’t want to part with the story, she knew the value stories had. And in her own way, keeping those stories alive gave her something to aspire to. A purpose. However, it was certainly a better role than being just a shipgirl fighting a war against unknown beings from deep in the ocean. And a
