A couple of weeks ago I was watching televison. Judy Finnegan was on talking about her new novel partly inspired by her late friend Caron Keating. Caron has a firm belief in angels and after her death, many of the people who loved them found the angels’ calling card, a white feather.
When you lose somebody, you tend to look for little signs they still exist in some way.
So I set off to the charity shop looking for an angel. I found one waiting there sort of platinum with little crystals.
Then I questioned myself. Had I lost the plot completely? What was I thinking? Dad had not put the angel there for me. Get a grip woman. I turned around and the angel was gone. I was so distressed and headed home.
It troubled me so after a few days, I walked to the same charity shop telling my Dad that I expected him to leave something for me there.
As I went round the shop I found a tiny elephant in brass on a piece of furniture. It had no price on it.
I went to the counter and asked the old lady behind the till how much it was.
“Where did that come from?” she asked.
I told her it was on the dresser at which point two other members of staff came and looked and said they had never seen it before.
“50 pence?” said the first lady.
I agreed and had also piled up a few CDs on the counter. She was bagging them up and I was waiting for her to put the little elephant in the bag.
“Put him in your pocket love. You don’t want to lose him”.
Delighted to be linking up with the wonderful and slightly quackers this week Liz and other bargain-hunters here http://missielizzie-meandmyshadow.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/magpie-monday-love-duck.html