My mother bought the following picture from a gallery in Paris as a poster when she was about my age. As a child I would often stare at it for considerable periods of time. I would come up with stories in my head about what the barmaid was really thinking. I would wonder what exactly was going on in the nightclub that night and who’s feet they belonged to dangling in the top left. From Double Bay to Doon Doon it has hung in our living room for as long as I can remember.
The other day my mum got rid of it without even a word of warning. I don’t know why. I wish I knew why. I wish I knew who she was with when she bought the picture. I wonder who she spent the night with in Paris. Perhaps that would be a clue as to the sudden riddance of this picture that I actually quite liked.
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