A knuckled, blotched, trembling hand rose slowly above the set of shelves in the shop and reached for a card which had been placed at the very top of a display shelf. The tips of its fingers picked at it until it managed to dislodge it a little so that it toppled over and fell into the grappling hand.
A bent over crumpled old woman gradually appeared from behind the shelves, with the top of the card protruding from her coat pocket. Weary with a life of too many years, she chewed, sniffed and mumbled her way out of the shop on two crutches as a bewildered shopkeeper looked on.
