The Auc­tion

YOURS (UK) - - Over To You - By Ann Rick­huss

I spot­ted it the mo­ment that I en­tered. In a cor­ner, half-con­cealed by a set­tee, It was just what I was look­ing for; I knew it was def­i­nitely for me. It was the first time I’d been to an auc­tion And wasn’t quite sure what to do. So sat qui­etly watch­ing pro­ceed­ings, Wait­ing for lot a hun­dred and twenty-two. As lots went by, my nerves be­gan to tin­gle. Any minute now the vi­tal time would come. Could I com­pete with sea­soned deal­ers Who bid with a nod or flick of a thumb? “Next lot, one two two – who will start me?” (Don’t rush in too early seemed to be the knack.) “Thank you, Madam, sixty I have, sixty-five And seventy, seventy-five, there at the back.” Trem­bling with ex­cite­ment, poised ready to bid “Eighty seated, eighty-five – are we all done?” I swal­lowed – I froze – my arm re­fused to move And my bar­gain was go­ing, go­ing, GONE!

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