PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath
Tshepo was silhouetted against the setting sun, beer bottle raised against the dying light. “To our success!”
“Cheers to that!” Brenda, Gift and Tshepo tipped their bottles together.
“Do you think the police will find out we stole it?” Gift whispered.
“Nah.” replied Tshepo, after some thought. “It’s not worth much anyway. Doubt anyone will miss it.”
“It is priceless to us.” said Gift, firmly.
“Gogo was a great artist.” mused Brenda, gazing at its colours as a tear fell onto her cheek. “She’d be happy to know her painting is home. After all these years.”
I based this loosely on true stories of Jewish families who have had their family assets, arts and jewellery, seized by the Nazis. And whose living relatives fight court battles to reclaim these priceless treasures today.
Gogo means grandmother in some African languages, particular to the Zulu language.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Submit your story by clicking the blue frog, and read more awesome flash fiction too.