THE TREASURE CHEST – THURSDAY PHOTO PROMPT

Carrie and Rob were talking. About the things they would do if only.

If only they discovered a forgotten bank account or won the lottery. It wouldn’t have to be a huge win. By lottery standards, a very modest win would do the job nicely. Enough money to fix some broken things around the house. Maybe pay off the lingering credit debt and the car.

And take a trip. Carrie wanted Paris. Rob still yearned for Hollywood. With a enough money to fly first class and stay in a really nice hotel. Maybe they could do both.

But right now, Rob had obligations. Responsibilities. He had to drive some hundreds of miles to his family home in Pennsylvania. Mom and dad were decades gone, but somehow, none of the kids had been willing to clear out the old house. Rob’s youngest brother and his wife had lived there for a long time and now, they were gone. As were his other siblings. He was the only one left. He knew he could hire professionals to clean it, but that seemed cold.

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The old house was huge. Two attics. A couple of basements, one of which was blocked off. Rob didn’t want to know what might lurk there. As he climbed the creaky, narrow stairs to the attic, Rob was hit by a wave of nostalgia. He remembered rainy days with his brothers, pretending to be bandits or pirates or explorers.

As he climbed from the stairwell to the light, he was surprised at how tidy and organized the space was. There were boxes, of course. Racks of old clothing, each item carefully zipped in a tinted plastic cover. Plenty of dust too and it swirled around his legs as he walked across the creaky floor. He found himself smiling. Some second-hand store was going to have a treasure trove of goodies to sell.

Against the wall, near the east-facing window was something he didn’t remember. A huge, dark trunk. For the life of him, he couldn’t recall it. If it had it been there when he was a kid, he’d surely remember. It was just the thing to inspire dreams of loot and booty to a child with even a hint of imagination.

So now it’s your turn to imagine what Rob found inside …

Thursday photo prompt – The Chest… #writephoto



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  1. Uncle John’s teeth and bones guarding a cloth sack that had broken open as the seams rotted with age. There was the name of an old and long gone bank printed on the rotting fabric. When Uncle John deposited the heavy bag in the trunk, it’s weight pulled him in after it, the lid snapped closed, and with no one left living in the house he expired before he could spend his stolen loot.

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  2. The body of his long forgotten great-grandmother. Great-grandfather said she went out for a walk and never returned. Ha! He poisoned her tea and locked her away in the trunk.

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  3. Right now a few bars of gold would be quite handy.
    Leslie

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  4. My vote is either old quilts or an amazing baseball card collection. 😀

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  5. I can imagine what this chest must have contained. I am lured to convert this ancient piece into a dining table with a glass top. I wish it was flat from the top so that my glass rested properly.

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  6. That chest definitely looks like it contains pirate loot. From his Dad’s secret early life on the high seas, ooh arr matey!

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  7. Thanks Marilyn. Pingbacks still seem to be a problem some places!

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  8. He may have found out his old belongings. His childhood memories and memories of his ancestors ..
    The End

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