This story is the final Sunday Photo Fiction challenge for 2015.
The challenge is set by the very discreet Al Forbes. Thanks Al for providing us each week with great photo prompts. The idea is to write a story in around 200 words prompted by the photo (the featured image © A mixed Bag, 2015).
I kept two Japanese vases for years. At first they were displayed in the living room, but then I got tired of them and moved them to a box in the spare room.
On a bitterly cold Christmas Eve, shortly after returning from a skiing holiday, Susan, my eldest, announced that she had sold them on eBay for a few pounds.
“You don’t need to hold onto all that asian junk.”
I made a sad face.
“Oh and I’ve put Ming in the garden too.”
Ming was my favourite Chinese vase. One year listening to ‘White Christmas’ we had joked that we should name my big black vase, covered with Chinese Hanzi script, Ming Crosby, because of it’s wintery, snowy finish.
“But it’s not frost resistant!” I exclaimed.
“It weighed a ton! I had to ask a few friends to help me.”
“You could have asked me before moving it” I said, vexed.
“I didn’t think you …”
Suddenly outside there was a loud crack and a crashing sound.
We rushed outside, to discover Ming, fractured beyond use.
Spilling out from the thickness of the vase were hundreds of vintage gold pieces, glistening on the snow covered terrace under the beams of the patio lights.
“Hidden treasure!” exclaimed Susan.
I was dumbfounded.