Flash Fiction: Gramophone

A walk in the weekly market was what I needed.

It had been a rough couple of days. My house was burgled. They did not get their hands on my money, but they did get away with items that held sentimental value for me. Replacing them was impossible. Or so I thought, until I came upon a music stall at the market. The golden gramophone caught my eye. It would be a good substitute for the one I lost. The stall owner smiled at me as I began looking at the instrument with admiring eyes. It was the same colour, model and had the same initials carved on to it. Wait..

That was my gramophone!!!

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Word Count: 115

Prompt:

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #36