The Rattling of Wars

The antique shop was an antique itself; passed down for generations. No one understood how it wasn't bankrupt, as city folk avoided the shop like the plague. An old murder-suicide tale haunted the place, and the family's compensation was what kept doors open.

It started with a traumatized soldier.

All he had was a photo of his wife and daughter; memorialized.

The clerk tried selling an old scrapbook, but the raining of bombs interrupted the transaction. As dust settled, the rattled solider could not, proceeding to shoot both the clerk and himself.

Anything was better than being held hostage.