When Tim, my grandson, asked for a shovel and my metal detector. “We’re gonna find some buried treasure! Probably from Black Beard the Pirate. Gold at least!”. That’s when I recalled when I was about his age there was a rumor of a treasure in the woods behind my home. Seems this legend goes around every couple generations, don’t ask me how it gets passed down.
A couple hours later I went out to see what they were all up to. It looked like an honest to goodness “archeological dig”, small hand trowels, and brushes. The neighborhood dogs were sniffing, and pawing the ground. Two of the boys even had donned white lap coats, now covered with dirt.
I was turning back to the house when the cry “Found something!” went up. Could it be that there was real treasure? As they unearthed a mysterious object wrapped in oil-cloth a hush went over the gathering. The metal detector went silent, and the dogs even stopped sniffing.
The package was opened to reveal, not the Gold or Pewter goblet spoken of the legend, but an old jar filled with nuts and bolts. True Treasure.
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The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.