Zlaw’s Echo

“Excuse me, Miss, please don’t touch that!” the shop attendant blurts out in a panic. Luckily, he manages to reach the young woman just before her index finger comes into contact with the antique camera in front of her. He lets out his breath in relief as she stops dead in her tracks. “Why not?” she asks despite her obedience. She does not look like she’s used to antique shops. Bubblegum in her mouth, brightly coloured makeup, flashy clothes, a smartphone in her hand; a far-cry from the older more uptight crowd he is used to seeing in his establishment. But he tries not to judge people by how they present. Even when they try to preserve appearances, seemingly yielding to societal pressure, they cannot refrain their inner nature. Despite her modern looks, this young lady could very well be an avid collector of antiquities, couldn’t she? “First of all, because there is a sign the size of your head saying ’PLEASE, DO NOT TOUCH’. Second of all, because I’m asking nicely. And third of ...