Flea markets are places at which people come to things which one can not buy or gets at least heavily in the conventional shop. As a rule, any man who has been interested in something like that once does not get away from this business any more. It as a seller or buyer be. Flea markets have a special appeal which can explain itself to no-one. Many a man is had really to drive himself around there every free minute. Always in the hope to find something special for which he has possibly never looked.
Such a woman also was Shanon Klevers. Whenever she had time and such a market took place in her proximity, she spent quite a number of hours rummaging the boxes and tables of the sellers. Many a good piece which had purchased them on the markets already stood so with her at home. She collected everything and nothing. Nothing fixed itself but you bought out of the belly. If an object attracted her magically, she had to have it, not what it wants did caress it but she acted and haggled until the price was correct.
On this Saturday she was away again on such a market, too. No particularly big but fine. Dealers
always were from the bigger surroundings and this made it so interesting here. Through this the range was far bigger as if only the people sold something here from the nearer surroundings.
Shanon from stand to stand unflusteredly ran, took this and that object into her hand and checked it reckoned at some of these things the price which she wanted to spend on it out and started then to trade.
But till no luck had now. The dealers did not accept the prices which she wanted to spend for various objects, this was too cheap and they finally wanted to earn to this more than Shanon was ready for them issue. She put the different objects again and again to then go full of disappointment further.
Table, hardly noteworthy - most buyers ran past at a small one at it, it was so inconspicuous, she stopped again and stared as spellbound on a certain object. A knife of singular beauty shone her on. She had never been interested for knives but this seemed really to talk with her. So as if she heard an inner voice: 'Take me because I want to belong to you'. Shanon spellboundly stared at
this much decorated knife. It was nothing special in the form and the colours in the reason. But the ample ornamentations which one could not recognize at all correctly when looking barely fascinated them. Your eyes stuck really on the knife.
It accepts them „ quiet into the hand „, a voice which is quiet and whispered almost already mentioned them.
It looked up briefly and looked in a pair of strange eyes. You sparkled as if they had been bucked up with a polish. And seemed her calming to Shanon anyway.
„They take it quietly into their hand and they have a look at it quite calmly.“ This calming voice spoke on her again.
Something prevented Shanon to take it into the fingers of its own. The impulse to have this knife, to push it to itself really was there. A wall was but simultaneous between her and the knife. As an invisible barrier which wanted to prevent it to touch it. Like an inner voice this one told it prefer
to keep away from it, who knows what you let yourself in for there.
Shanon had broken back and forth, between have wanted and prefer to leave.
The man at this stand which was dressed almost like an arab, also the skin colour, had, the knife took into its hand and held it out to Shanon. Yes, he pressed her really to take it to this into his hand.
But still she made a fuss. Something prevented her to extend her hands and simply to examine this object.
„They take it, does it not do not bite and cut her, it will not jump at her either.“ It seemed almost already lulling to speak its manner with her. Shanon could not differently but to take hold of confidence in this man.
She slowly extended her arms to grip this object. Hesitating more than willing. No, your intellect said, but her body did not seem to obey her.
Shortly before her fingertips reached the knife, she pulled her hands back again. „No, I think I would not like this knife anyway.“ She shook eagerly with her head and went most quickly to the next state.
The man afterwards sent her a smile. He still looked at the woman a while, as her the display looked at itself at the next stand. Then he put the knife on the table with an utmost caution again, drove with a soft rag about this and did not take care of Shanon any more.
She had ventured a furtive look to behind and how this man put the knife to his place has again and has polished it with this soft cloth, watched one's activities. The gestures seemed virtually loving as he treated it.
She suddenly straightened up completely, turned round on the heel and went back to this table. Without hesitating for a long time, she took the knife into her hand and it subjected to a more exact examination.
The man grinned from a cheek to the other one.
He knew he could no longer differently, if once a man had been interested, but this power yes had to come back around the gleam, this one went out the knife to have of.
Shanon examined the character and ornamentations on the knife. She could decode neither the origin nor the strokes. She only knew, it was lovely. Fascinating and she stared frightened at the same time at this object being in her hand. She slowly drove knives with the fingers about this completely. And despite its metallic production it worked as a velvet cushion in its hand. It drove with the fingers about this again and again.
„Where is this knife from?“ It wanted to know about the seller.
„If I am honest, I do not even know this. The inscriptions which are carved on the knife could be Phoenician but I am really sorry. I do not know it and also have asked nobody for it.“ It turned to another buyer who was interested in the silk scarfs on this table.
By Shanon a jerk suddenly went by the body just
so as if she had received an electric shock. She closed a step on the dealer and interrupted his conversation: „How much shall it be?“
The dealer bent the head back and forth, made: „Ahem“ the and stared at the knife on Shanon many times.
„They already say now, otherwise I put them thirty pounds down and disappear with that.“ She really wanted to come into the possession of this knife.
„Yes, is all right. This is the price.“ And it extended its hand with that while Shanon rummaged about, took thirty pounds out and submitted them to the dealer in her bag after the purse.
„Shall I wrap it up?“, he asked politely.
„No, no. I take it along so.“ Shanon put it into the bag with that, it was a little bigger than this, though and therefore looked a little out but this did not disturb Shanon. She went on blissful something she meant special to have got hold. She still stopped at the stand but something
interesting found her no more. She had she far, so was this one what had attracted her attention and she had got it to a price the opinion, found already a little, too, anyway, below the actual value lay.
In thought she already had the place, too, at which she wanted to build this knife agreedly. This object had to make to itself on her mantelpiece quite well.
She did not make to look without still here or there slowly to herself on the way home.
Arrived at home she pulled the knife out of the bag and it put on her mantelpiece. But no matter how she put it down around also, it did not work. It lost itself on the windowsill as if it is not available at all.
For what then a small wood block which had found her in the woods once which she had liked particularly occurred to her and she today and here, however, knew although for which she did not know use at the moment then is he to use? She fetched the block from the cellar, put it on the
table first and stung then the knife with some strength in so that it stopped alone of. Block together with knife put her onto the windowsill after that and praised itself. „Yes, it looks that way well.“ Her work admired and was satisfied with himself from all sides.
Shanon had to turn her look to the knife again and again. It attracted her magically, she went and stood in front of the knife again and again and stared at the much decorated handle. Wanted this to tell her handle but something she did not understand what.
Some days passed and the procedure recurred. Shanon came home or this one just entered the living room and was her first gear to the knife. In front of the knife she stopped far herself away for some minutes and stared at the handle. What secretly knew much, however, had you, it to tell? „What can you tell me?“ She softly spoke with the knife.
But nothing remained as a silence.
Shanon wanted to spend a couple of days with
her friend, therefore wrapped up a couple of things and went by train there. She remained more than planned actually all of twelve days.
When she entered the living room, she did not trust her eyes. The knife lay on the ground and the small wood block was split. After she had lifted knives and wood block, she examined the two wood parts. You were cleanly that way from each other separated, just as if one had divided the block with a saw and then polished the areas with abrasive paper.
"How can something like that happen, then?" It did not understand it. This half of the block took and put the knife in once more because another possibility did not see it at the moment. It had to get a new block first.
And as if the knife had understood its question, it split the part into which it had been put in in turn two halves which were cut cleanly.
Shanon did not understand him what " to the hangman....?".
The knife had fallen to the ground again.
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