The shop was nothing special to look at. Plain, slightly shabby and in need of cleaning. The hand-painted sign above the door said simply ‘MERCHANT’.
Interest piqued, I entered the place.
There was little to see, only several shelves of plain cardboard boxes of different shapes, sizes and colours. Each had a small printed label on the front.
‘Complain’ said one. ‘Grumble’ said another. ‘Carp’ another box declared. Other’s had words like ‘Gripe, Whinge, Beef, Moan, Bellyache’ and so on.
Puzzled, I asked the smirking shopkeeper “What is this place?”
“Why, I’m a whine merchant. Isn’t it obvious?” he laughed.
Author Notes: Another of my micro-fiction compositions.