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Craft Market

Chris Hall41 Comments

© Ayr/Gray

‘Another trophy,’ grinned Joey as he moved around the small museum, ‘and what a nice little find.’ He walked from one side to another, deciding where that best location would be.

He had been to the craft market at the start of the day, all the best bargains could go any time. He’d been poking around the various stalls, all kinds of bric-a-brac and stuff, and he almost couldn’t find anything appropriate. But then he saw it. Just a small wooden statue with a long face and a round tummy. Rather pleasing.

He’d haggled a bit, pushing down the price, even though he knew it was much more expensive – or at least he thought so. But of course he would do that, he couldn’t help himself. Always a dealer, as he winked, and then he hurried across the town, to open the museum.

But he couldn’t decide where to put this lovely piece.

He was sure it was very old, and also it must have come from somewhere in West Africa. Maybe Gambia or Sierra Leone? Why did he think about that? He should have to send an email to a few friends around the world. But meanwhile he would put the little piece on the desk at the front, next to his laptop.

He picked it up again.
Then he closed his eyes.

‘You must have been in a large ship, and dangerous. From Africa to North Carolina, USA, but in between you went to Liverpool – is that right?’

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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.

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41 thoughts on “Craft Market”

  9. Yes, if objects could speak, think of the tales they’d tell, the secrets they’d spill!
    It does actually look like a West African carving. There were many of them in Benin.
    There was a tradition whereby, if one of a set of twins died, the remaining one would always carry a doll representative of the deceased sibling.
    I enjoyed your tale, Chris.

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