Once again, it’s Friday Fictioneers, where participants write 100 word stories inspired by a new photo that is posted each week.
At last, he’d found it. He breathed out, body relaxed.
“But nothing’s changed!” she cried at him. She was incensed. He tightened his fingers, closed his eyes, hanging on. I’ll help you see, he thought to himself, I’ll try. In a minute.
But for now, he had his treasure, and he would not give it up.