ecilia admired the painting her husband had bought as a consolation gift before he left on yet another business trip. It was a classic oil painting depicting London's Borough market, vivid and alive.
He said he'd picked it up in some flea market for pennies, but it was probably worth a lot more. "Damn thing keeps turning back up here," the vendor told him, "can't get rid of it". Her husband always said that people don't know value when they see it.
There was a green grocer, with heaps of rosy apples, a butcher in a white apron cutting delicious meat with his big shiny clever, and a baker selling bread that looked so real she could almost smell it.
She hung it in their large kitchen, before heading to bed.
Cecilia was woken next morning by a crash. It sounded like one of the cats, so she put on her dressing gown and went to investigate.
The fruit bowl in the kitchen had been knocked over, and there were apples strewn all over the floor. Strange; she didn't remember buying apples. As she leant down, she wondered if her husband had bought them.
Thinking of him, she looked toward the beautiful painting hanging over the fruit bowl. Her stomach knotted. The painting had changed.
The green grocer's stall had been smashed, fruit and wood scattered everywhere, rosy apples practically falling out of the canvas. The baker looked on in horror.
Amongst the destruction she could just make out the grocer's blue striped trousers in a seeping red pool.
Worse still, the butcher and his shiny knife were nowhere to be seen.
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