What with the demise of so many small bookshops across the UK, this story is now positively nostalgic, harking back as it does to what seems like a bygone era.
The story takes place in a bookshop - based on one I used to often visit in Uxbridge in England where our MC is buying Christmas presents before being, metaphorically, transported 'down the rabbit hole' for a rip-roaring adventure.
Re-reading the story a couple of months back, I was reminded of why one critic believed Sherlock Holmes stories became so popular during Edwardian times. They reminded people of an era, not long before, when there were no cars on the streets and where genuine horsepower (unless travelling by train) was the predominant means of transportation if you weren't on foot.
Anyhow, not unsurprisingly, I say 'long live the bookshop!' - even if the game's afoot.
Below are links to my Canterbury Tale published by Coscom Entertainment, my most recent Global Short Story Competition winner, my short-listed story for the National newspaper, Abu Dhabi's, annual short story competition and a story that appeared on the Every Day Fiction site - where you can leave a comment: