Friday Fictioneers – The Hard Sell

ff130814‘$70 is my final offer,’ said “Buy Anything” Bob Bradshaw, as he inspected the dust covered writing desk. ‘..and that’s me being generous,’ he added.

Mrs Thornberry narrowed her eyes. The grandfather clock in the hall chimed midday.

‘$70? Surely you can do better than that?’

‘Ok, ok. You got me, lady. There you go, $80. Just don’t tell folks or they’ll think I’ve gone soft!’

Mrs Thornberry watched from behind frayed net curtains as Bob wheeled the desk away. It had been her Harold’s desk and a measly $80 didn’t seem right, but at least it meant she could pay her bills for another month, before calling Bob again.


These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

18 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Hard Sell

  1. patriciaruthsusausan

    Paul, Some day Bob will be old. It would be interesting to see if “What goes around, comes around.” Very sad when this happens. It’s a shame Mrs. Thornberry doesn’t have someone who can stick up for her and see she doesn’t get cheated. Well written. —Susan


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