Money, Money #writephoto

This week’s #writephoto prompt is a money tree…

The Pound

 

When I first saw it, could it be free?

It sat there, quite still, for all to see.

Yet no one moved, no knees were bent

No hand reclaimed it, ready to be spent.

Could it have been forgotten about?

Had no one noticed? Would no one shout?

I turned around and checked the crowd

Waiting for someone to cry out loud

But the hubbub continued, quite unaware.

My gaze kept high, unwilling to stare.

I slipped my foot towards the spot,

Ears bright crimson, burning hot;

With a final lunge, I had it covered

And still it seemed no one bothered.

I squatted down, in a stockinged wood

Still pausing, I tried to read their mood

But I wasn’t given half a glance

No one looked at me askance.

One small boy on the dusty floor,

The milling crowd, happy to ignore.

My fingers touched the golden treasure

That simple act gave so much pleasure.

But as I stood I became aware

My hand was empty, my palm was bare.

I’d left the prize, I must have rushed.

I tried again; I pulled, I pushed.

It didn’t budge, stuck quite fast.

It took me moments before I grasped

I was the victim of a horrid trick

My hopes crumbled, I felt sick.

From left and right the sniggers rose

Everyone was in the know.

A little snotty boy of three

Stepped up and stood in front of me.

He picked his nose, scratched his ear

And bent towards me, so I could hear.

‘You’re the first to fall for that.’

He paused then added: ‘What a twat.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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9 Responses to Money, Money #writephoto

  1. Hilarious. When my brother Chris and I were in primary school I raced him for a 10 bob note we both spotted at a bus stop. I took it to the police station and reclaimed it after a month. That was worth doing in those days (still the ’40s)

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  2. Yes, sounds just like a modern three year old!

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    People don’t do that anymore do they 💜

    Liked by 1 person

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  5. KL Caley says:

    Hahaha… sneaky. Great post. When I was at college, the media department photocopied a load of notes and then scrunched them up so that only parts were visible, then placed them around the site to see how many people would notice them and what their reaction would be. It was supposedly all in aid of research, I’m not so sure…
    Thank you for joining in the challenge:

    #WRITEPHOTO – MONEY TREE


    KL ❤

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