The quilt of night hung heavily upon her as she trudged toward the designated spot. Cold, damp air crept around the edges of her clothing and slithered against her skin. But nothing was worse than the crawling shame she felt day in and out. She said a whispered thank you when the lantern’s glow appeared ahead. A small disruption rustled nearby bushes, but she barely registered the sound. She had found the right place. Quickly, she put the bag next to the spindly tree where the lantern hung and walked away. What a relief to be free of that tainted inheritance! The relentless guilt dissolved and her steps grew light as she navigated back to the main road. She did feel a twinge of sadness for the poor soul who would now have to deal with the cursed relics, but really that wasn’t her problem any longer.
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Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 71.
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Great story telling Paula. I think there should be more of this story.
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Thanks!
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Oooohh… then what happened?
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Dunno, but I just changed the contents of the bag from cash to something undefined & mysterious. Glad you read it “late”! 🤩🤪🥳
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Yeah, cash wouldn’t have been as good as cursed relics…I’m glad I was late too.
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What made the rustling in the bushes? Was it someone or something there waiting for her to arrive, waiting to collect the relics?
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I think I’m going to continue this… 🙂
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The gift that keeps on cursing.
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Hehe 🎁
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