The inside of the building was barely lit causing Inkii's ability to see in low light to kick in. She looked around to see all sorts of New Age items ranging from books to Jewelry.
"Will if it isn't little Inkii." came a thick Jamaican accent.
Inkii looked to where the voice was coming from to see a dark skinned man with waist length beaded dread locks. She recognized hi on sight, even though it had been over twenty years. His name was Demont, and he was the front store keeper.
"Is Inga in Demont?" Inkii asked walking up next to the register.
"Sure, da old bat is always here." He said with a smile and a hearty laugh. "She's upstairs where she always is." he said pointing to the stair case in the back of the room.
 Keisha MaKainn · Sat Jun 09, 2007 @ 06:54pm · 0 Comments |
