(More, from the Salamander book. Burning. Across. All lands.)

The other day the weather went wrong, so I had to wear a Hawaiian shirt. I have been dreading this. Once, it was okay, to wear Hawaiian shirts. I would get them from Paradise Surplus, used but like new, actually came from Hawaii, sold for ridiculous prices like $2 or $5. But then the town burned down, and Paradise Surplus with it. The guy tried for a while to have a tubes store, but it didn’t really work out. So now it’s just one of hundreds of stores, that once was, but never, again, will be.