A World of Possibility
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The sun had long set by the time he felt the cool cobblestones under his feet, and the weight of the door underneath his fingertips. The door swung easily, and the warmth of his home rushed over him. The sweet aroma of his mother’s chocolate brownies hung in the air.
Jackson’s mother watched him enter, and stopped in her tracks.
“Jackson?” she asked. “Is everything all right? Did you enjoy planting your treasure?”
He stared at her, with guarded eyes, not knowing the words to even begin explaining.
“Did you open any other beans?” she accused at his silence. “I hope you remembered what I said. That some treasures are meant to stay buried.”
He stared back at her before walking away. “You have no idea,” he muttered under his breath, knowing the thin line between a blessing and a curse, and all about buried treasures.
THE END
FLASHBACK
by Linda Covella
https://lindacovella.com/