So there I was, wandering around the car boot sale or flea market as they’re called across the pond. I paid a few bob for some old books and a quid for a bookcase. Not bad eh?
Then I saw it. The most beautiful picture I’d ever seen. Something seemed familiar about it. Like I’d seen it before.
I told the seller. ‘That’s called day-jar-voo mate’ he said, ‘day-jar-voo’.
I had to buy it. After a bit of bantering, it was mine. But I still couldn’t think where I’d seen it before.
I was so proud of it, I took it to the pub to show my mates. It got a mixed reaction as they’re not connoisseurs of fine art unlike me.
Next day I showed Mum. You should have seen her face!
‘Of course you recognise it. You painted it at school, framed it and gave it Dad and me for Christmas in 1960!’
My turn to pull a face.
‘It’s been in the loft for years and the other day I asked Frank to sell at the boot fair. I didn’t expect you to find out!’
Anyway, she’s said she’d refund me and stick it on her wall. For now!
Thanks to Donna for hosting. The photo is from Morguefile.
*We had the same photo prompt last week which is what gave me the idea for my story!