Aching bodies

The shop was an aching space, too big and curved. It felt like it was too old, too worn, like it wanted to give up and cave in. Monday 08 till 17, Tuesday 08 till 17, Wednesday 11 till 17, Thursday 08 till 17, Friday 08 till 17, Saturday 11 till 16, not on Sunday. Most of the time. In theory. It made the other bodies shiver and groan when the times changed, when they were late, when it didn’t run to plan, and no one knew what was happening. But don’t ask, then you just got shushed.