"It’s authentic," Sarah said. "I can give you a fair price. Enough to fix whatever’s going on at home." Elias nodded, his shoulders dropping two inches.
"Buying or selling?" she asked. Her eyes immediately dropped to the box. buy sell sports memorabilia near me
The bell chimed again as Elias left. Sarah watched him walk down the sidewalk, his hands deep in his pockets, lighter but somehow heavier all at once. "It’s authentic," Sarah said
The bell above the door chimed with a rusted, metallic groan. Inside, the shop smelled of old leather and vanilla-scented cardboard. Boxes of 1980s baseball cards sat like dusty skyscrapers on every counter. "Buying or selling
Sarah didn't scoff, though she’d heard that claim three times this week. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened the lid. Inside, resting on a bed of yellowed tissue paper, was a ball that had seen better days. The leather was the color of a toasted marshmallow.
"Selling," Elias said. He cleared his throat. "It’s a ball. Signed. 1955 Dodgers."