A long time ago my grandfather walked out one evening into the desert and never returned. I was 10 years old when he left, 13 years have passed since I last saw him alive. But I dream of him regularly and he tells me secret things. I would wake up and tell my father about it but I was always scolded and shooed away.
Last night the dream was more vivid and the instructions were clear. So I packed what I needed and went out in search of the secret my grandfather said was there. I find the old leather bag tucked in a ledge as he has described it in my dream.
I sit on a ledge overlooking the vast desolate space before me and my eyes see red, the colour of fortune and good luck. I hug the bag closer.
But when I show it to my father all I see is a bag filled with red dust. Everyone starts laughing and I curse grandfather for picking me to bring his secret home.
Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting this challenge. This is my 175 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It is fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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