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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

46 Responses

  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. πŸ™‚

    1. Oh you have it still! How sweet! Truly priceless treasure! πŸ™‚ You must share it with your daughters! πŸ™‚

  2. Awww!! That was so cute!! πŸ™‚
    reminded me of the treasure box I had as a kid – filled with seashells!!
    My mum threw it out after a while because it got to be too smelly!!! πŸ˜›

  3. Priceless memories locked up safely… My treasure chest is a cardboard box up in the attic at my maternal home… Reading your post makes me want to run to my hidden treasure Shilpa:)

  4. 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 πŸ™‚

  5. 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… πŸ™‚

  6. Superb. My treasures have been, pages n pages of travelogue that i use to write. Blogs had not yet been discovered back then….

    Njoyed reading this one,

  7. Very imaginative post! Reminded of the boxes my grand daughters kept safely in my custody. Don’t know what they contain.
    Shilpa. I have tagged you for the P.A.S.S. contest.

    1. 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! πŸ˜›

  8. Awesome.
    My treasure box contains pictures and pictures and pictures of our four generations..There are a few which are black and White.
    It’s such a pleasure watching those.

    1. I can imagine the joy of sifting through the memories and moments of 4 generations. Simply wonderful πŸ™‚

  9. 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. πŸ˜€

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