Mail and Gadgets

Chapter four - The lunch break

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'Return to sender, return to sender.
I gave a letter to the postman. He put it in his sack.
By the early next morning, he brought my letter back.
She wrote upon it.
Return to sender, address unknown, no such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat, 
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.'
                                    Elvis Presley -Return to sender

'I wonder what he's doing now'

These words whirl around Arthit's head as he goes about the day, meddling with his concentration and sending him into a daydream at the most inappropriate moments.

"Karb, P'Arthit."

The little girl, with dark, brown pig-tails, snaps him out of a said daydream, as she thanks him as he passes her over the small metal robot. Arthit Waii's back and smiles as he watches her and her mother leave through the door. The bell above announcing their departure. He has too stop his mind from doing that, his customers will start to think he's gone mad but his thoughts just keep on drifting back to a certain guy. With all the mind drifting, through, the day hadn't been that bad. The little girl had been the fiftieth customer today, including a man looking for a book on Basic Civil Engineering and a woman interested in a Wall-E Robot for her husand. Not to mention the group of third year university students that had come in, each buying a book on advanced Engineering, while wearing their red Engineering jackets. It had been a trip down memory lane for Arthit. One that brought back both good and bad memories. All in all it hadn't been a bad a day for sales so far.

As the door closes, Arthit walks over to the back room and flips on the kettle. There's still two customers in the shop but both are occupied so he takes the chance to slip away. He reaches into one of the top cupboards and pulls out a mug with a picture of C3PO and ' I'm a robot' written on it , dropping in a strawberry fruit t-bag, then the hot water. The mug had been a gift from his father. One of the last things given to him just before his fathers accident.

The thought of his father brings a ache in his chest and he stops stirring his tea. His mind drifting to a memory of when he was little. As far back as he can remember this shop had been his second home. The shop had actually belonged to his mother first but when she had died his father had kept it going. He had always said he could always feel his beloved Pensri in this place.

When Arthit was small he would help to unpack the boxes or just sit, play with some of kids gadgets or read the comics or the information books. By the time he was six, one of the first memories of reading he had was with how a circuit board worked. Later it became his after school hang out, coming over to help look after the shop with his dad. 

It was harder when he had to leave for University, the thought of leaving his dad to run the shop on his own had worried him but then Burtie had appeared, swooping in like some flamboyant colourful Angel. Burtie was a very old friend from his fathers past, someone who his father had known since his youth, that he had met on one of his visites to England. Arthit had loved him straight away when he was little and what was there not to love. Burtie was kind, had a brilliant personality and clearly cared about Arthit's father. He had appeared out of the blue on his door step. BreezIng in and reassuring Arthit that he would help his dad and to not worry about a thing.

Then the accident had happened and Arthit's life just wasn't the same.

He missed both his father and mother like crazy, feeling their absences more when he was in the store or promoting some small time inventor. Both his parents we're big Charity investors especially with the local charities.