Once a world-renowned art dealer, Pierre now lived in a tiny flat on the corner of 23rd Avenue and “he no longer cared.” He earned enough, but no extra.
While strolling down an alley, on his way to feed the ducks, a thrown away painting grabbed Pierre’s attention. He picked it up, wiped the edges with the hem of his shirt, and examined it.
A number in the corner?
His heart raced, his blood pressure rose.
Not this again.
He rolled the priceless piece and tucked it under his arm.
“This’ll look nice hanging above my bed.”
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The intriguing photo for this week was taken by CE Ayer.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.