The shop sold the future.
It lived in the back corner of a tiny, fading mall, the sort of shopping center that was slowly converting itself into office space and DMV branches.
Every day, the proprietor would put out his sign and wait.
He was too off the beaten path for the mall walkers. But a few office drones would stop while exploring the ruins of American Commerce on their lunch breaks.
Everyone always asked what he sold, and he told them. Most kept walking, but a few came in, ready to pay for the future fate had denied them.

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