Right at the end of the street, a new store had just opened. A half-giant lumbered closer to it, feeling dwarfed by its massive size. It was shaped like a large semi-circle that stood on thick, vertical, pale concrete walls. The wind whispered through huge hydraulic bay doors that buzzed open to reveal all the products that lay in store.
A rich pine scent, with just a hint of kerosene, flowed around the store. Spotting something odd, the half-giant looked at the dusty, rough brown mat at his feet. He let out a small gasp as words started to appear on the mat.
‘Welcome Boris, to the brand new aviation-mart, for all your flight-related needs!’ It read.
Small model F/A-18s screamed past Boris’ ear, two more on its tail. His gaze followed the jets around the vast area of the hanger.
The roof seemed to scrape the sky, providing plenty of space for little toys to flutter about.
The tinkering of hammers striking metal filled his ears as he watched young men perform repairs on rich and expensive aircraft.
Huge crowds filled the many isles of the store, most just looking at the incredible range of products displayed. A few were dressed smartly in black suits and blue ties, quietly whispering comments to their peers. Flashy people dressed in shiny gold and platinum robes strutted around the store with an air of superiority as servants scurried behind, trying to keep pace with their masters.
Kids’ laughter filled the mood of the hanger, squealing and chasing each other, desperately avoiding people and products. Quickly apologising when an unfortunate kid bumped into an adult gazing at the items.
The warm, humid air brushed across Boris’s face when he slowly wandered around the shop, looking across the aerodrome.
Far at the back, a wall was filled with sneakers that could let you drift above the city. Prominent among those the Air Jordan 69’s gold edition, which was rumoured to go at speeds of up to 420 km/h!
He navigated his way around the shelves, littered with a wide array of everything to do with flight. Broomsticks of every shape and size hovered on the shelves, from a minuscule twig configured for a bug, to one’s fashioned out of a whole tree trunk. Protective helmets and goggles sat on many racks, filling the nearest isles.
Old fashioned chariots of gold and silver lay among the many soaring treasures, pulled by four magnificent Pegasus that stood munching on the finest hay in the lands.
Even giant rideable paper planes were available to buy.
A particularly magnificent Messerschmitt Bf 109 G-6 stood proudly in the middle of the shop for all to see. The scratches on the paint job only enhanced it’s looks. Tears were brought to Boris’ eyes as he gazed at the marvellous piece of machinery. As he strolled towards the checkout, a large sign blocked his way. ‘Beware, my friend. You can purchase any product, but there is only a chance that you will receive it. If you go ahead, be prepared to lose a fortune!’
Aight that should be gud for me. =)
Layton