Mags: Going Once, Going Twice...Mature

I smiled at my reflection. The silly girl in the mirror wasn't smiling back. Her skirt was longer and her jacket was baggier but they were the same. Her hair was dimmer and flatter and yet it was me.

I heard Tilda call to me so I span round. She was beckoning me over as everyone was going into the ajoining hall ready for the auction. As I walked I became more aware of my heels clicking on the hard floor. I couldn't remember putting them on that morning but I looked fabulous so I couldn't care less.

"Come on! We want a vaguely good seat," said Tilda.

"I'm coming!" I called back but not speeding up my pace. The mirror was at the end of the room with the high numbered items and so it wouldn't be auctioned until the end. I was in no rush.

We took our seats in the hushed room and the auction began. All manner of items were auctioned. Some we had seen in the other room but others we must have missed. There was a set of blue flowered boxes, a green silk stoal, a house in the middle of the Cotswolds, a crystal wine decanter, a large world globe which had faded and turned a yellow tinted colour, a brooch of a dragonfly, a lamp which looked like a mini chandelier, a set of very old books by Dickins, a wooden carved desk and a silver ashtray among other things. Then came the necklace I saw Tilda looking at not long before. I could tell she wanted it. When she desired something like that she would stroke it and touch it gently. I suppose she was dreaming what it would be like to wear it.

"No next we have item 53. It is this 50 year old necklace. You can see here the large opal at the base measures twenty milimetres in height and a little less in width. Also note the small diamonds across the chain. This is a very fine and unique item and so the bidding will start at four hundred pounds," said the man at the front. His moustache twitched strangely when he said the prices.

Tilda sighed next to me. She would never buy a necklace at that price. She looked to the floor and I could tell she wanted the necklace.

"Four hundred pounds?" he said. A hand went up along my row.

"Four hundred ten pounds?" he said. I raised mine.

"What are you doing?" Tilda whispered to me urgently, "That's really expensive for a necklace, especially as you will probably never wear it!"

"No I won't wear it," I said, "You will," I raised my hand to bid four hundred and thirty pounds.

"Are you crazy? You can't buy me that! I'll refuse to wear it if you do!" she tried threatening.

"Then Beth can wear it and you can borrow it!" I retorted before raising my sign for four hundred and fifty pounds.

"Why are you doing this Magda?" she asked.

"Tilda, I just got a promotion. Plus I'm feeling reckless!" and I bidded four hundred and seventy pounds. Tilda sighed and covered her face. It wasn't as though I didn't have the money. It was just coming from my savings!

I won the bidding at five hundred pounds. Tilda looked at me and smiled in a way that looked both sad and thrilled at once that she now had this amazing necklace.

Next up for auction was the mirror.

The End

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