(A 50-word story).
I had bought the watercolour painting of the 1920s Melbourne streetscape in a downtown marketplace set at the back of an alleyway edging the very same street. It was upon closer inspection, that I saw it; my face, plastered amongst the washed-out crowd, bartering for the very painting at hand.
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This is so cool! And at the same time, really kind of creepy 🙂
Haha then I have succeeded! Thanks, I’ve just adapted it to a 100 word story for my collection I’ll publish soon on Amazon, just waiting for a cover! 🙂 🙂
ARGH TRACE!! That’s amazing!! 😀 😀