Angela looked up at the sign over the door. Instead of Fine Wine Imports, it said Adam Zimmerman’s Rewind Shop.
What in the world is a Rewind Shop? she wondered.
Only one way to find out.
Inside Adam Zimmerman’s Rewind Shop, Angela felt the same way as when she’d seen the staircase. Things looked the same, but different.
There were shelves filled with bottles on every wall, only the bottles were smaller than wine bottles and stacked together. And they were all the colors of the rainbow. Some looked very old. Some had things glittering inside them. Angela moved as close as she dared to read some of the labels.
A booming voice startled her.
“Here now! What are you doing here? Lose your way, did you? You don’t seem old enough to need a rewind!”
Angela’s mouth hung open as she stared at the voice’s owner.
He sat behind a counter at the back of the store. Gray hair and a gray beard made Angela think he looked like a professor, or at least someone who was wise in his years. But as she watched, the man’s appearance changed.
Dark brown began to thread through his beard and hair. His skin became plumper and smoother. Before she knew what had happened, Angela was looking at a young man in the prime of life. And as soon as she decided the shop owner was young, the process began to reverse!
His hair and beard turned silver-gray. Wrinkles and hollows appeared on his face. In a matter of minutes, the man was old again. When the cycle began to repeat, Angela squeezed her eyes shut.