100 word challenge The Bazaar BY James
I swung the door open, its rusty hinges squealing at the weight of the door. I entered grandad’s bazaar. A smiling face greeted me.
“Grandad.” I beamed.
Once we said are greetings, I had a around the look around his lonely store. A colourful, porcelain elephant caught my attention: its silver skin shinning in the gloomy room,a stripped red jacket had been painted over it and a stretched out ears with steam shooting out.
As I turned around inquisitively, to examine an other object, my hand smashed into violin that had a happy face on it.
I was in trouble