The Introduction to Knotty
I started off my life as Chloe. My second year of college, and I’d never had sex, nor even bought a toy. I’d heard online of a mysterious place that only appeared when the need was greatest. “Curiosities” it was known by, but nobody knew where it was.
On my way home from class one day, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the sign. I didn’t mean to step inside. One moment I was hurrying past the alley, headphones blasting, the next my hand was already on the door. The sign hung crooked, paint flaking like dead skin. I couldn’t stop myself and entered. The bell gave one tired jingle, and suddenly I stood on warped floorboards that creaked under my sneakers. Dust floated thick, sweet with bruised peaches rotting in the sun. Shelves crowded every inch, leaning close, whispering. My fingers found it before my eyes did.
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