It was show and tell night at Tunbridge Wells Fortean Society.
Fossils, blurry photographs and things in jars lay on the table among the pint glasses. Articles from Bob's collection dominated: he was an engineer who had lived all round the world and had plenty of curiosities.
A battered pair of glasses caught my eye. They looked as if they'd spent some time buried. I put them on, and observed the members through the almost opaque lenses.
"What on earth are those?" asked someone.
Bob put down his pint, wiped his moustache and said: "They're Mr Ishigawa's spectacles. I found them while I was dredging a canal in the Solomon Islands."
He explained that the islands are still littered with wreckage from the war.
"But how do you know they belonged to Mr Ishigawa?" I squinted at Bob over the rusted frames.
"Well he might not have been called Mr Ishigawa, but they were still attached to his skull."
He smirked as I swiftly removed the glasses and put them at arm's length on the other side of the table.
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