“What’s that you’re holding?” Jacob asked.
“It’s mine!” Hanks said, shielding what he had in his hands.
“I didn’t ask who it belongs to,” Jacob said. “I asked what it is.”
“It’s a pendant that was made by an indigenous people probably hundreds of years ago,” Hank responded.
“May I see it?” Jacob asked.
Hank reluctantly handed the pendant to Jacob. “Be careful with it. It’s a priceless artifact.” Hank said.
Jacob examined the pendant when Hank handed it to him. “Where did you get this?” he asked Hank.
“I bought it at a curio shop downtown,” Hank answered. “Why?”
“Did you examine it carefully before you purchased it?”
“Of course I did,” Hank said, somewhat defensively. “The guy said it was genuine.”
“Did you happen to see what was stamped on the back of the pendant?”
“You mean where it says ‘Made in China?’ Yeah, I saw that,” Hank admitted. “But the curio shop owner assured me that the ancient Chinese culture from which the pendant was found was known to engrave their creations in that manner.”
“Hank,” Jacob said. “I have in my pocket the deed to the Brooklyn Bridge that I’d be will to sell to you for a very attractive price.”
Written for Jim Adams Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the word is “mine.” Also for these daily prompts: My Visual Blog (pendant), and Word of the Day Challenge (indigenous).
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Don’t buy the bridge Hank, as I am pretty sure that Jacob is trying to take advantage of your naiveté.
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You think? 😂
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Lol. Hank is so gullible
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That he is!
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Haha! Fantastic story
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Yep, been there done that 😁
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Another man’s foolishness will always make money.
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Lol. Nice one. 🙂
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Thanks.
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A priceless artifact? Ha, ha, ha! Boy did they take him to the cleaners.
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