The Hidden Treasure

Finally I have my own place, my very own piece of land. It is small but it is perfect. A little cottage in the woods!

I had to get all my ducks in a row for this one but now I am caught a little short. A small price for a dream to become a reality. If only someone left me a treasure now… I mused idly.

With blisters on my hands and hurting back, I was dead on my feet. But I pushed myself to dig some more to make the most of the tiny patch for my vegetable garden. A jangling thud of the shovel roused me. I looked hard and removed the mud feverishly. My eyes gleamed in anticipation. But the next moment they darted around nervously to see if anybody else was a witness to my little secret.

Satisfied that I was all alone in this quest, I heaved a sigh of relief. I wondered if I should have asked for more that day. I removed the remaining mud around that small, rusty chest and took it out gently.

The lock gave away as soon as I touched it. Years…. they have that kind of effect on everything, I reflected philosophically. I lifted the lid and let my eyes soak the treasure inside.

I smiled and laughed as I carefully took out the feathers, seashells, rocks…

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This is a fiction written for Write Tribe’s Wednesday Prompt : Treasure

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46 thoughts on “The Hidden Treasure

  1. Lovely story. Reminded me of my treasure box full of stones, feathers, shells, stickers, stamps, coins and a bronze medal that I won for a painting contest. It’s resting peacefully in the locker of my wardrobe at my parents’ place. Childhood memories. 🙂
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  2. Lovely post Shilpa, I guess all of us have had a childhood box with all our ‘treasures’ in them based on the comments on this post. Looks like you managed to take all of us down on a walk down memory lane with this wonderful take on the prompt 🙂
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  3. Lovely! My treasure box of childhood is still there in an old iron box in the attic of my family home. It has feathers, shells, stones, greeting cards, letters, dry rose petals… 🙂

    • Wow… how sweet is that, they have kept their treasure boxes with you!! Loved this thought! Thanks Ma’am for tagging, but I may not be able to participate in this contest! 😛

  4. Such a sweet story.. I had some stones, key chains etc ‘hidden’ in a little pouch when I was a child and then I forgot about it, I found the pouch after I ‘grew up’, although I have thrown the stones but one is still with me. 😀

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