Fairytale Tattoos and Magical Flowers
The street was a quiet one, despite being the main shopping street in the town. No cars drove through, only the occasional bike or small motorcycle.
Changes weren’t done overnight.
So when his tattoo parlour was to get a neighbour again, he didn’t expect it to come so quietly.
Preben first noticed that the “for sale” sign in the empty shop disappeared.
Then over the weekend the shop got a paint job. Gorgeous dark green instead of the rather drab and faded grey.
Then one morning there was a sign.
“Magical Flowers” the gold lettering read, beautifully painted on top of a matt black background.
Preben had to stop and stare for a moment. He had an urge to revamp his own sign now.
The coming week he sometimes spotted movement inside the shop, but the blinds remained shut and all he heard was the unmistakable sound of hammering and sawing.
Magical Flowers proved to be just that.
At least seemingly.