Now however reduced to warehouses of nothingness with newspapers plastered to the inside of their large glass windows. Was that to stop you looking inside? Where they embarrassed by their nakedness. One of them however was taken, a chemist. Single and alone in its own little world.
There were plenty of drug stores like this around. Like pubs, post offices and churches, a town wasn’t a town in Ireland without at least one of each of these three retail landmarks. The chemist wasn’t really held in the same regard though, but they were everywhere. Pain relief and distraction from reality was big business no matter where you went. Chemical or otherwise.
He looks at the kicked in door while gathering his gear, wondering if he needed anything: I need eye drops.