‘Helmet For Sale. Owner Forced To Sell. All Offers Considered.’
Intrigued, I phoned the number.
“Yes?” She sounded tired.
“Five pounds?” I suggested, chancing it.
“Whatever … I’ll bring it round.”
I stood at the window, curious, but saw nobody. On a whim, I opened the door. There it was, inside an old shopping bag, a mighty weight.
The hall mirror beckoned. The helmet was a perfect fit … but the mirror melted, the wall was a weeping waterfall, the town became trees … an unbearable vision, a long-vanished world.
In mourning, I cried all night.
Next morning, I phoned my advert in.
a nomad in cyberspace 
I’ll give you £5!
Haha, thanks, though I suspect you’ve already had the vision!
Never know till you try… 🙂 –Curt
Suck it and see, as they say in these parts … 🙂
Interesting purchase you made! 😊
If I don’t sell it soon, I might be tempted to put it on again …
Lol!! I cam imagine you looking all Viking like!!
First thing in the morning I often feel like this:
This is almost dreamlike. What inspired this story?
Just came across the picture of the helmet and thought, Wow, got to be a story here! Been reading ghost stories so went for that. Confined myself to 100 words because it’s a great discipline when you’ve not got much writing experience … plus it increases the puzzlement factor!
I need one of those to wear when my children are acting naughty.
Enjoyed that!
What, to scare them or make them disappear?
Glad you liked it, Tanya!
The title really reminded me of one of Ernest Hemingway’s short stories – ‘For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.’
Ah, less IS more …