Figurines and Memories

‘Can you guess what I bought on Ebay?’

My imaginary friend Charlie stood in front of me with his hands behind his back and an expectant look on his face, raising one of his eyebrows.

‘Oh no… Not another vintage pair of shoes,’ I sighed.

His recently acquired Ebay addiction was getting out of hand. It worried me because I doubted he could afford it. Then again, who knows? Maybe being a two-hundred-and-sixteen-year-old painter in London is a supremely lucrative job.

‘No-o,’ teased Charlie. ‘Something much better.’