"20 Superkings please, mate," said Gordon to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper was smoking. Clearly he didn't care about rules much. Gordon didn't care.
He pulled a £10 note from his wallet. That was only just enough for a packet these days. Gordon could remember when they cost just fifty pence, but that seemed like a lifetime ago now.
The shopkeeper exchanged the note for a pack of cigarettes and a few coins.
The shop began to shake, as if there was a mild earthquake. The shelves rattled and the two men exchanged concerned looks.
"What the..."
The shaking became more violent and one of the windows smashed. Shelves toppled over and the floor was soon littered with the shopkeeper's stock. The two men headed for the door, dodging falling debris. It wouldn't open.
There was a roar and the shop dropped sharply downwards, becoming mostly rubble when it eventually stopped its descent.
The rest of the road had escaped the sinkhole.
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