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…
This is a fiction written for Write Tribe’s Wednesday Prompt : Treasure
46 Responses
Maybe that’s why the lock came out instantly 😛
Destination Infinity
LOL 😀 Love the way you think 😀
Haha cute!! There can be another magical story behind the feathers, seashells and rocks 😀
Oh yes, it would certainly be there!! 🙂
Magical…. Nicely put.
Thanks Prats 🙂
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. 🙂
Oh you have it still! How sweet! Truly priceless treasure! 🙂 You must share it with your daughters! 🙂
Nice imagination, shilpa…:-) each rock and feather would have another story behind..
Oh yes, another story waiting to be told 🙂
Awww!! That was so cute!! 🙂
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!!! 😛
I know, as kids we used to collect so many things! Such sweet innocence! 🙂
Thanks Pixie 🙂
Haha…but thats a nice treasure too! Who knows? some pebble in it might have been very very rare too 😉
Oh yes, who knows!! 😀
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:)
Wow! All of us have had these treasure boxes full of memories! So cool 🙂
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 🙂
It is so heartwarming to note that we all were just the same as kids! Thanks Jairam 🙂
Nice twist. Someone’s childhood treasure perhaps?
Yes, may be! 🙂
How sweet is that! Childhood revisited.
🙂 🙂
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, you too, Seena 🙂 I am liking that this story resonates with so many of us 🙂
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,
Wow! You must convert them into blog posts now!! Priceless memories of the past! 🙂
ah! priceless treasure..!! this piece read like the first chapter of an Enid Blyton novel!!
😛
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.
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! 😛
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.
I can imagine the joy of sifting through the memories and moments of 4 generations. Simply wonderful 🙂
Priceless treasure Shilpa. Liked it. I have tagged you here for a BlogAdda’s contest. I would like to read your response.
Someone is Special
Thanks S. And thank you for tagging, but am afraid, I’ll not be participating in this contest! 😛
This was magical! Loved the treasure she discovered. ♥
Thanks Kathy 🙂
Nice imagination. I just remembered News Reporter Geraldo Rivera opening gangster Al Capone’s vault.
Thanks SG. Have heard about this movie but haven’t seen it as yet! 😛
Nice post Shilpa! 🙂
I posted something like this too – http://dreamzandclouds.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/hidden-treasure/
Thank you 🙂
Liked the sequential flow of words in the story and yes….the pauses too. Beautiful!
Thanks Asha.Glad you liked this attempt 🙂
There’s always so much of us left behind in these innocent treasures of the past… they are more like horcruxes in that sense…..they keep our souls trapped in them 🙂
You said it so nicely! Thanks Sreeja 🙂
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. 😀
Wow! You did that too! How sweet 🙂