January Picture Prompt
lotenwriting
Jan 5, 2024
1 min read

Mary surreptitiously slid the heavy vase from her handbag and pretended to examine it carefully before placing it on the table behind the cassette tapes. She suppressed a nervous smile. With any luck, someone else would buy the vase – after all, it was a nice one her Auntie Sheila had bought them as a wedding present. By the time she returned home to ‘discover’ Frank’s battered body, the murder weapon could be sitting innocently on someone else’s mantlepiece. Beside her, a woman leant over the table and picked the vase up, turning it over in her hands. Mary walked away.

![The Poem[1]](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/12c0c9_62dcac07dc17461a8ef331b4d40fee32~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_980,h_1307,al_c,q_85,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,enc_avif,quality_auto/12c0c9_62dcac07dc17461a8ef331b4d40fee32~mv2.jpg)


I shall never look at a boot sale table the same way again! 😉