The sign on the shop door reads “Back in 5 mins.”
This is not unusual. Far from the city, life meanders without process. Post Office closures. Farm vehicles rumbling in the distance. Dog walkers on the riverbank. Church bells every other morning. Cars covered in blossom. Sirens alien and unwelcome.
Nothing stirs at this hour, in the land of perpetual Christmas morning, the air carbon neutral.
Back in 5 mins, it reads.
Today this is unusual.
She takes the key from her pocket, looking over her shoulder, wondering who has put the sign on her shop.
hombrehompson lives and works in Sheffield. His stories have appeared in Spelk Fiction, Ellipsis Zine and The Cabinet of Heed.