Snow White's Story

Hearing the question, he opened his eyes and let out a tired moan, "Mmmm…huh? This fuggin—fuck. Things a--?"

"A really well made film projector." The older looking gentleman interjected Nathaniel, leaning here or there or running to the other side of the display table to take a better look, quite interested in the large metal device.

Nathaniel sat up from leaning on his arm, "Yes...a firm projectile close to my very heart--"

"Film projector."

'Grrr...old coot.’ "Yeah...as I was saying, it was assembled by and left to my by my very own father, who passed away a short while ago. It's worth quite a bit to me."

The older gentleman let out a little huff, before turning to the young shop owner, “Well…it was a custom made piece…how much for the projector and its components, young man?”

Nathaniel reach under the front desk, pulling out a plopping a hefty and thick book onto it with a loud thud, “This f—valuable piece of machinery projector-thing is…comes with a few interchangeable lens parts…” Adding up his jotted down values, three fingers popped up as he did the math, representing the three finger figure…then a fourth popped up.

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“This price is outrageous! You, you scoundrel, either take me for a fool or believe yourself to be quite the clever swindler…or happen to be bloody mad! I shan’t be returning, I guarantee you!” Nathaniel watched the old man wave a fist at him in outrage, through his open window. No money this time…still, it was around the right time that he should let out Snow White. They’d only been here a month, but with the novelty of…it…Snow White actually made a good amount of money by simple short dance performances. Nathaniel Towns couldn’t understand the people’s fascination with the automaton, machine stuff.

Standing up, and getting a little dizzy as a result, he shook his head and focused up, “Snow White, don’t you have a performance this morning?!” He called out to the backroom. There was a sound of shuffling from the back, and eventually a small-ish form made her way out. Wearing a plain grey dress, Snow White peeked out from the corner of the doorway, smiling brightly, “Actually, not a performance! I’m playing music today on a trumpet with a band!”

Nathaniel didn’t spend much of a moment actually listen, and instead ushered her out of the shop, locking front door behind him, “Good...now, just go make sssssome moneys, bring me back something strong…I’m gonna go home and sssleeps and stuff…gotta sleep ‘this’ off…” Snow White laughed lightly, before almost practically skipping off, while Nathaniel towns tried not to stagger too much on his way to the small home. Goddamn, why didn’t he just buy a shop with a living space adjoined to it? Why did he open up shop early today? Looking around him, he realised he hadn’t moved much in the past few minutes…and decided it wasn’t going to be worth it.

A few minutes more, and he was back in the closed shop, snoring on a large puddle of drool settling on the surface of the desk.