An Exchange

“How can I help you, ma’am?”, he asked the lady who was looking around with penetrating eyes.

“I’m not your regular customer. I’m here for ‘BID fareWELL Exchange” and he perceived from her meaningful tone that she ‘knew’.

He escorted her into the backend of the store into a dark room.

“It comes with a price. And it is not a bargain in terms of this world, girlie. Do you accept what might come?” said a voice from the dark.

With a nod of her head, she sealed the exchange.

One more day with him before he disappears where the dead go. .

As she exited, she danced for him again- the last time, she ever did.Image

Inspired by the photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers