“A pale hart, as white as a full moon, rears on its hind legs, trumpeting his arrival. A messenger from the netherworld, bringing a dire warning to sinners.”
I could only stare at him, and sadly shake my head.
“Seriously, that’s the best you can do?”
“This is a majestic, mythological beast.” He made a flamboyant gesture – a wide, sweeping flourish with both hands around the wooden, whitewashed deer.
With an audible sigh I walked away, searching the antique shop for a more appropriate mantle piece. Stopping mid-stride, I called over my shoulder.
“I suppose my sin is blasphemy?”
Thin spiral notebook 
Reminds me of that big white dog Joey Tribiani bought on “Friends”. (Could I BE any further from the point of your post? LOL)
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I love it!
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Antique stores are such fun…and the people who run them can be extremely entertaining!
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I chuckled…I suppose that’s my sin.
(I really loved the way the picture helped to tell the story in this one)
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My son and I love perusing antique shops and thrift stores. I am always taking photos of interesting objects to use in my stories. The hart was one of those thrift store finds.
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