Day 113
Todays word from Susie: BAFFLEGAB incomprehensible or meaningless verbiage that confuse more than it clarifies!
It is becoming more difficult to come up with stuff! There are too many terrible things happening that one could write about but I am trying to avoid negativity at present. so I am going to leave you with one of my recent short stories, which you’ll be pleased to know has a happy if not bitter sweet ending.
Stay well
HIDDEN TREASURE
“Let’s go, or we will be too late”
“Why now?”
“Because we will miss what I want”
“What you want bloody hell Audrey!”
The auction was in full swing. Bids indicated by strange hand signals, a nonchalant wave, a nod or a bold hand in the air. The auctioneer and his assistants constantly scanning the room for higher bids, phones and internet buzzing away at the desks.
Audrey was nervous, she had no experience of a live auction. She sat at the back timidly waiting for her opportunity. Harry had refused to come in the end, he said he’d rather watch the football. She was furious with him but determined to go by herself. He’d promised to help her but it was not the first time he’d let her down and this might be the last. The auctioneer banged his gavel another lot sold.
“Now ladies and gentleman lot 56, a silver tray circa 1924 made in workshops of Gimmel and Farmer in Lincoln”.
A young badly dressed spotty boy held the tray up in his right hand and twirled it round, a scowl of boredom on his face.
“Who will start me at £50?”
A large florid faced man in tweed jacket, sitting in the front row, nodded.
“Thank you sir, do I have 60?”
A bid came, Audrey looked round but she could not see who it was.
“Thank you, 70 can I get 80 it’s a rare piece”
A man casually leaning against the wall, stuck his hand up and said “80”
“80 any advance”
Audrey had her hand in her coat pocket tightly gripping a wad of notes. She went to stick her hand up, hesitated and heard the auctioneer say “100 thank you, it’s against you sir” The man at the wall shook his head.
Audrey stuck her hand up and almost shouted “120”
The auctioneer smiled and pointed his gavel in her direction “Thank you Madame, 120 any advance on 120?”
Audrey held her breath.
“ 130 thank you, 130 I’m bid any advance” He looked in Audrey’s direction “140 Madame?”
Audrey nodded, she still could not see the other bidder. She hoped there would be no more bids, she could not go much higher, she held her breath.
“140 Any more?” He paused arm in the air looking round the room “All done then going at 140” as his hand started down Audrey let her breath whoosh out. “ 160 thank you nearly too late but the bid is 160, Madame?”
A number of emotions passed through Audrey culminating in anger, it was hers and had been snatched away, she gripped the wad of money even harder. “200” She whispered
“Madam did you bid?”
Audrey looked up “200” She said in a clear voice “200”
The relief and excitement when the hammer banged was almost overwhelming, she’d done it.
Audrey sat in her car, her eyes closed breathing slowly. The tray lay on the passenger seat.
“I did it” She said out loud. She picked it up, it had to be the right one. She turned it over. The hallmark stamp was embossed and below it a little worn away, the makers name in small neat lettering “Gimmel & Farmer” She ran her hand across the surface letting it rest in the middle where a circular disc was raised above the flat surface. She breathed out and gently applying pressure twisted the disc it was stiff but eventually it unscrewed. The small plate came away to reveal a hidden hollow. Audrey stared at a small lump covered in shiny paper. She took her nail file from her handbag and gently pried it loose. Her hand was shaking and she nearly dropped it. Audrey calmed herself and excitedly unwrapped the small package.
She arrived home, Harry was on the sofa sound asleep, snoring, several cans of beer on the table beside him. She looked down at him and grimaced, where was that good looking man she’d married 41 years ago gone and all his promises gone too? Now after years of research and waiting to possess that old family heirloom, she might not have to listen to any more.
Audrey got far more for her treasure than she thought she would and a fair price for the tray. She sat back and smiled, as the aircraft jetted through the sky. “Another drink Madame?” The Stewardess asked. Audrey liked first class. “Yes please”