That shop? Well, now. I tell you a story.
Chinleyuego Aboagyem was born without eyes. A curse to his parents, though they loved him.
The young boy perfectly remembered everything he heard. By the age of five, he could speak as well as any adult in English, Akan, Dagaare, Twe, and Ewe. After a single hearing of a book of Scripture, he could repeat it letter-perfect. By the age of seven, he could recite both the Old and New Testaments in their entirety without a single error.
One day his cousin Ade brought Chinleyuego a small engine to play with. Without sight, the boy disassembled the motor, repaired it and put it back together in the space of an hour, his hands seeming to move of their own accord.
His reputation spread. Others brought their motorcycles, their cars. He repaired them all.
Miracles are everywhere if we will but look for them.
This short story was one of many I wrote as part of the What Pegman Saw prompt my wife and I ran for three years or so. We would use a Google street view of a different place and invite writers to participate and share their work. It was a lot of fun, but eventually we burned out on it. This was one I particularly liked writing.
The "What Pegman Saw prompt" could be a Substack newsletter or Twitter account on its own. The story of why you burned out of it would be interesting to read.
This is a very good beginning to what could be a longer story.