Leo stared at the chipped, faded trim of the "Cardinal’s Rest," the antique shop he’d inherited from his grandfather. The old man used to say the shop wasn't truly open until the doorframe matched the flash of a winter bird’s wing.
Behind the counter sat a woman named Martha, who didn't look up from her crossword. "Looking for the impossible?" she asked.
"I need Cardinal paint. The real stuff. The kind that looks like it's about to fly off the wood."
Leo stared at the chipped, faded trim of the "Cardinal’s Rest," the antique shop he’d inherited from his grandfather. The old man used to say the shop wasn't truly open until the doorframe matched the flash of a winter bird’s wing.
Behind the counter sat a woman named Martha, who didn't look up from her crossword. "Looking for the impossible?" she asked.
"I need Cardinal paint. The real stuff. The kind that looks like it's about to fly off the wood."
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