May 20--Mesopotamia, Nimrud, Tribute Bearer with an Oryx, a Monkey, and a Leopard Skin. His hand settled on the small ivory statue of a man. He knew it was old, he recognized the age lines in the ivory. He also knew it was illegal to take back home. It was small, though. Small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Small enough to be concealed in his bag. The shop keeper watched him. Three times today he had nearly sold that small statue but the buyers had changed their minds at the last minute. Maybe this one would be different.
Not sure where this might go but since I've got the same thing as a prompt tonight I'll slot this into the back of my brain where I imagine stories "cook" when I'm not paying attention and see what emerges later. Maybe brilliance, maybe dreck, only time will tell.