Mr. Wong’s Curios: Chinese Finger Trap
“Come on, Luke! Let’s go in here.” Jade called out to me. “Cruuud.” I groaned, hunched over with my hands on my knees. I ran a hand through my hair and watched as Jade opened the door and walked into the old antique store. We’d been out window-shopping for nearly an hour now and I was beat. It would’ve been fine normally, but my legs were already dead from practice. Still, I couldn’t say no to Jade, so I trudged over to the store. “Mr. Wong’s Curios.” I said to no one, reading the weathered sign above me. “Whatever.” I shook my head and and walked in. It was kind of dim inside, but there was enough light to see that the whole store was filled with all kinds of old Chinese stuff. There was …