[ WP ] `` I 'm sorry , but the thing you were looking for is sold out . ''

My fingertips slide slowly up and own the warm material of the coffee mug next to me, while a cold breeze coming in though the slightly open kitchen window blows a small strand of my hair into my face. 
 Sighing I shake the blond frizzles away from my eyes before I turn the page of the daily newspaper. 
 The coffee mug almost shows the bottom of itself when a frown appears on my forehead. Silently my lips form the words `` 18 original copies from 1906 available''. 
 Was this even possible? 
 With quickened heartbeat I drown the last gulp of coffee and decide to give it a try after work later this day... 
 
... Entering the little antique book store my hand almost slips from the doorknob due to the sweaty film on my palms. I take a deep breathe and let my gaze wander over the packed bookshelves that cover the walls up to the ceiling. 
 Somewhere in this room could it exist, reaching for me, trying to tell me the secret I've been eager to find out for all those years... 
 I steady my breathe and walk over to the empty counter at the side of the room almost tripping over my own feet. My hand carefully hits on the little bell sitting at the edge of the counter and I can hear slow and shuffling steps coming closer through the narrow hallway in front of me. 
 `` Hello my dear'', says the old and fragile looking man to me while smiling open-heartedly at me, `` How may I help you?'' 
 Returning his smile cautiously I quickly explain what I have come for. 
 As a response his smile crackles and a glimpse of pity flashes in his eyes. `` I'm sorry'', he replies, `` but the thing you were looking for is sold out...'' 
 I try to ignore the cold spreading in my belly, still thank him for his help and leave the store again taking a deep breathe on my way to the door. 
 Entering the busy life on the street, my forearm scratches along the side of the doorframe getting me to curse loudless. After two more steps I ome to a stop looking at the tiny wound. 
 Out of a habit I bring it up to my mouth and suck briefly at it, even though I always get told not to do so, to find it closing itself again when my gaze falls onto it the moment after. 
 I sigh with a brief look over my shoulder into the book shop. 
 How enlightening it would have been to finally read what my grand-grand-grand-father has written about our family secret. Before returning to my every-day-life, I realize suddenly that the storeowner is still staring at me absently frowning... 
 
 ~001 ( catching up )
