The rays of light from the torch cut through stale air of the secret chamber. Specks of dust scintillated in its sheen.
Professor Detlev Hörder gasped.
“Diz iz de crown of my career. De Holy Grail”,
Carla Wachtler sighed; she was sick with digging and tired of his ranting and she hated sand between her toes.. She went closer to the artefact and examined it closer.
“Hmm, it looks brand new, professor”.
Detlev rolled his eyes. How thick could the woman be?
“But it iz GOLD, it iz holy.”
“Professor, there is a label saying it is made in China.”
Sometimes you go with your first impressions. I saw some kind of chalice rather than a lamppost. So from there I went to this lame tale filled with cliches. Hope you enjoy, if not you need more eggnog or mulled wine.
Friday Fictioneers is curated by Rochelle, and I think I joined five years ago in this writing group. The task is simple, write what you see (or don’t see) and use hundred words.
November 13, 2017