Brooks Pharmacy

With the city of Chicago being riddled with countless businesses and shops, it’s hard to stand out, no matter what you may be offering. As such, Brooks Pharmacy is a modest little store, one most passersby will give nothing more than a glance. So many eyes met those of the caduceus, and perhaps that is what drove them off. The glare of those two snakes, wrapped around the staff; it is a queer symbol to be associated with medicine. Yet, there it was, pasted upon the store’s glass window, just below the words “Brooks Pharmacy.” A matter of superstition, one could suppose.

As a whole, the business was faring well. It had its grand opening just a year ago, and the trickle of customers never seems to dry out. Medicine is always needed by the community, of course. People get cuts and some get coughs, while others are simply restless in their sleep and need some stronger stuff, so they say. The soda business is also booming, attracting young and old into the establishment for the carbonated, syrupy goodness. All is prosperous.

Having been refurbished over the past months, the drug store had a stylish appearance for the time. A neon OPEN sign glowed at the front entrance, luring in both day and night customers. The floors were recently waxed, adding a spotless glimmer to the previously mundane tiles. A couple aisles carry basic medical supplies: bandages, wrap, tape, and so on. Other household items also line the shelves, such as rope, needles, thread, pens, pencils, paper, and similar essentials. There is always an attendant by the register, either a male teen or the owner himself, Ernest Brooks, fully prepared to serve whoever may enter. Overall, the store had a glossy feel to it. Remarkably clean and rid of filth.