Terry hadn’t an inkling how the antique cane had fallen through the gap in the storage wall that was connected to hers. The occupants of that unit had vacated days before. She saw the two gentlemen packing hurriedly and speeding away.
Holding the ornate cane, she curiously ran her fingers over the carved badger’s head. It was loose. Twisting, it came off. She curiously put her fingers inside and carefully pulled out a canvas. Heart racing, she unrolled it and with a sharp intake of breath, recognized that she was holding the stolen painting of Van Gogh’s “Poppy Flowers”!
About the Creator
Rulam Day
In another life I was a pirate, a race car driver, and a spy. But those are stories for another time. Rulam Day is an anagram of my name, Mary Daul. I publish under both.
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 2 days ago in Wander
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Wish there was more to read! Great story!