WQ131 – (second) - image of lonely dark alley with woman walking away, high tension, a surprise. 250 words
"Item number 131, "Woman on Lonely Street" by Ivan Oldslumpypiecopooh. Let's start the bidding at, say, 100 Euros," smiled the auctioneer.
"1000!" shouted a woman from the back. 1000 Euros? It had already escalated.
"1500!" I said. It was going to be tough.
"1500 to you, sir," said the auctioneer.
"2000!" The people in the room began to mutter.
"2500!" I gave back. The muttering grew, as did the tension in the room.
"3000!" The auctioneer's eyes fell on me.
"Sir, the bid against you is 3000 Euros."
I started to bite my fingernails. I knew it would be a fight but the stakes were high.
"Going once, going twice..."
"4000!" That was almost everything I had. The auctioneer looked over to the woman. If only he would hit the gavel now!
"10,000!" screamed the woman from the back. I shook my head and the hammer hit the gavel.
"The Oldslumpypiecopooh is yours, madam." Applause filled the room and a man stood up.
"Stop! That picture is a fake!"
"Sir! How dare you accuse this famed auctioneer house of handling a fake! How dare you! Where's your proof, sir?"
"I AM Ivan Oldslumpypiecopooh and I know for a fact that I did not paint that monstrosity!"
There were gasps in the room and the woman who won the bid fainted. The auctioneer fell back in his chair, flabbergasted.
"Well, that's a surprise," said the man next to me.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, I thought the old git was dead."
I also did WQ132. Some of you may recognise this. It's an action from my past life...
132 - Pretend you are writing a story, or a scene, which will be included into a full length movie and your story/scene will be accompanied by a song in the background. Pick a song then write a story/scene for the song to compliment. Word count doesn’t matter, but keep it short; 100 to 300 words ought be enough. Be sure to include a link to the song so we can listen to it as we picture your story/scene in our minds.
Time leave. It was all too much. The drugs, the people, the knives in backs, the lies, the fights, the jokes, the girls looking for a good time. All under the guise of a rock band. Rock band? We were playing regurgitated blues. Badly. If I could have stood it for just a moment longer, I'm sure I'd have a ton of money in my palm, but why? To be here a little longer, in the gutter, going nowhere fast, killing myself, one molecule at a time? I picked up my rucksack and guitar and headed for the front door.
Aimee Mann - Calling it Quits