Thanks for my reviews again, thought I'd carry on with a bit off sunglasses
buying.....
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the setting (I don't literally own a
shopping complex but.) and the mad assassin shopper, Florence. (Yeah. She's
on my side!!!!)
Morpheous, Trinity and Neo walked through the mall, the silence only interrupted by some sort of inter store radio station that was playing in the background; which had just announced that they had dedicated the rest of the day to playing remixed spice girls albums. Radio ain't what it used to be.
Neo looked up to see that Trinity, who had joined them shortly after he had come round from the explosion of the restaurant, had disappeared again.
"Where did Trinity go?" He asked Morpheous. Morpheous whose mind has been elsewhere (chess) jumped, startled by what Neo had just said.
"Err, Neo, Trinity was ever here, it's just been you and me all along." Neo was startled to feel someone tap on his back, and he turned to see Trinity standing there. "Where did you go?" he asked her.
"You hit your head pretty hard. I'm just a hallucination, Neo. I come and go when I please." And with that she rode away on a purple and green buffalo- cross- horse.
Morpheous, meanwhile was back where he was better aquatinted, among the Knights, castles and pawns of the chess board, ending his current game with a spectacular checkmate that he hoped would keep the voices in his head quiet for the rest of the day, he turned to Neo.
"Next were going to get your shades, goin' to Bollivanders, aint no place like it." Morpheous coughed, slipping out of the British country accent he has been using.
"This way."
Neo walked into the dark musty room, that had sunglasses piled high to the roof on either side. Behind the counter stood a man wearing Baggy gold jeans and a ripped T Shirt that read Manners maketh man. On his head he wore a cap with drink holders attached. Neo was happy he had finally found someone who dressed normally.
Or close enough, anyway.
The man walked over with some shades but before he got to him he noticed Morpheous. "Morph!" he cried " plastic, no side arms made to balance nicely on ones nose, I seem to recall."
It was a second before Neo realised they were talking about sunglasses rather than some sort of nose trapeze artist doll.
The man put some shades on Neo's nose. As he did he said "Norwegian glass, side arms, 4 centimetre diameter."
Neo frowned at his reflection. Nothing was happening. "Fine fine, difficult customer are we? Snarled the man.
That was a bit unfair, thought Neo- he had only tried on one pair so far.
Luckily (for the reader more than anything) the second pair he tried on were a success i.e.-they made him look cool. The shades, according the shop keeper were "Non scratch able Perspex with side arms and a 7 centimetre lens diameter."
The shopkeeper crept right up to Neo "Curious" he whispered. "I only cut two pairs of sunglasses from that sheet of non scratch able Perspex." (Hereafter abbreviated to N.S.P.)
Neo sighed: - he was sure he had heard this somewhere before.
"It is strange that you should be destined for this pair, when the other."
(A very long dramatic pause)
" I lost down the back of the shelving unit last weekend." Finished the shopkeeper.
Neo paid and left the shop without making a scene, and stepped out in to the light of the main mall, the inter store radio playing "Wannabe" (Funky dog mix) while Trinity's Buffalo horse was eating synthetic grass outside a gardening stall.
Thank you for reading chapter three. Please review; it keeps the chinchilla happy.
Morpheous, Trinity and Neo walked through the mall, the silence only interrupted by some sort of inter store radio station that was playing in the background; which had just announced that they had dedicated the rest of the day to playing remixed spice girls albums. Radio ain't what it used to be.
Neo looked up to see that Trinity, who had joined them shortly after he had come round from the explosion of the restaurant, had disappeared again.
"Where did Trinity go?" He asked Morpheous. Morpheous whose mind has been elsewhere (chess) jumped, startled by what Neo had just said.
"Err, Neo, Trinity was ever here, it's just been you and me all along." Neo was startled to feel someone tap on his back, and he turned to see Trinity standing there. "Where did you go?" he asked her.
"You hit your head pretty hard. I'm just a hallucination, Neo. I come and go when I please." And with that she rode away on a purple and green buffalo- cross- horse.
Morpheous, meanwhile was back where he was better aquatinted, among the Knights, castles and pawns of the chess board, ending his current game with a spectacular checkmate that he hoped would keep the voices in his head quiet for the rest of the day, he turned to Neo.
"Next were going to get your shades, goin' to Bollivanders, aint no place like it." Morpheous coughed, slipping out of the British country accent he has been using.
"This way."
Neo walked into the dark musty room, that had sunglasses piled high to the roof on either side. Behind the counter stood a man wearing Baggy gold jeans and a ripped T Shirt that read Manners maketh man. On his head he wore a cap with drink holders attached. Neo was happy he had finally found someone who dressed normally.
Or close enough, anyway.
The man walked over with some shades but before he got to him he noticed Morpheous. "Morph!" he cried " plastic, no side arms made to balance nicely on ones nose, I seem to recall."
It was a second before Neo realised they were talking about sunglasses rather than some sort of nose trapeze artist doll.
The man put some shades on Neo's nose. As he did he said "Norwegian glass, side arms, 4 centimetre diameter."
Neo frowned at his reflection. Nothing was happening. "Fine fine, difficult customer are we? Snarled the man.
That was a bit unfair, thought Neo- he had only tried on one pair so far.
Luckily (for the reader more than anything) the second pair he tried on were a success i.e.-they made him look cool. The shades, according the shop keeper were "Non scratch able Perspex with side arms and a 7 centimetre lens diameter."
The shopkeeper crept right up to Neo "Curious" he whispered. "I only cut two pairs of sunglasses from that sheet of non scratch able Perspex." (Hereafter abbreviated to N.S.P.)
Neo sighed: - he was sure he had heard this somewhere before.
"It is strange that you should be destined for this pair, when the other."
(A very long dramatic pause)
" I lost down the back of the shelving unit last weekend." Finished the shopkeeper.
Neo paid and left the shop without making a scene, and stepped out in to the light of the main mall, the inter store radio playing "Wannabe" (Funky dog mix) while Trinity's Buffalo horse was eating synthetic grass outside a gardening stall.
Thank you for reading chapter three. Please review; it keeps the chinchilla happy.