A poker chip. A pair of dice. A screwdriver. A rock. All hidden in an old, rotten box shoved in an old, rotten tree.
The collection wasn’t much. Just a boy’s favorite treasures, dirty and smudged. The woman traced the A. H. carved on the lid of the box. A tear slipped down her cheek as she fondled each f her son’s precious memoirs.
“Goodbye, Alex,” she whispered softly, stroking the smooth rock. “I’ll take care of your treasures, and I’ll see you again in heaven someday.”
The little girl next to her looked down into the box.” I hope he’s got better treasures in heaven than he left us down here.
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“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.”
Matthew 6:19-20
This is a well done story. Sad in the beginning and a bit humorous at the end with the girl’s remark! 🙂
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Thanks! I actually wrote everything but the little girl’s part at once, and added her part later as an afterthought. 😀
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Great afterthought! (Maybe even professorish.)
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That was lovely. Very nice job.
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Reblogged this on Icedmocha34.
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I love this sooooo much!
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I wrote it in creative writing with a time limit…
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It’s gorgeous. I’m stealing. Mwahahahahah
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No you’re not!!!!!
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