It was quite possibly the best thing I had ever seen. It was perfect as it stood among the trinkets and crafts of the island people and it was perfect as a gift for the man who has everything and wants for nothing. It was intricately carved with exquisite detail and inlaid with mosaic of glass and stone in all the colours that sparkled in the tropical sunlight. It was large and made a statement with its bold and daring images. It would look good in his dull and white house where all the surfaces were smooth and slick, endlessly polished and buffed into an unnatural shine. This piece was organic and ready to shake that household into life.
I stepped forward to take a closer look and became more convinced that it was what I wanted for him. Unconsciously determined to buy it even as my mind pretended to think it over – price, size, suitability. Just motions my mind went through letting me think I was in control. I wanted it. I was going to buy it.
However, it was more than I would have liked to pay but really, how often does a gift so perfect just happen across your path? Not often. And it was likely, I would be able to bargain the seller down a bit.
I drew breath and asked,
“Do you ship?”