Kenny turned the sign so that it projected ‘Closed’ to the street.
‘Well, that’s it then.’
He pressed his nose to the glass and stared out, the rain coming down almost horizontally. The shop opposite had been boarded up for six months.
‘Yes,’ Elaine replied.
They’d been trading for nineteen years. Six years ago they’d bought the unit next door and expanded. The world had been their oyster.
The recession had changed everything. Sales plummeted and they could no longer afford their overheads. They’d let staff go.
‘Time to join the scrapheap,’ Kenny said.
‘Yes.’ Elaine turned off the lights.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.