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Trash

Paper-thin, barely blocking any light, practically sandpaper. 

Mildred was the premier treasure hunter in this realm. She commanded respect and awe. Her presence was a gift. 

After all, a well placed treasure could make her rich. Of course, she would bestow a bit of that blessing onto anyone who helped her locate it. 

But this … this was abysmal. 

Mildred knew what the perfect specimen was and this was not it. 

“I thought we were clear that you had a paper of the highest quality!” Mildred held the rolls high. “Look at this! This is not treasure! This is trash!”

For Friday Fictioneers
Word Count: 100
Imagine dealing with some kind of inter-dimensional treasure hunters after the good toilet paper during Covid.
PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

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In The Name of Adventure

Elias slipped his sleeve over his fingers and rubbed the window. In his dreams he was a master treasure hunter traveling the globe in search of the “the big one”. 

Through patchy fog Elias could see a rainbow arching into the harbor. 

He picked at the fuzzy bunny knitted onto his shirt while thinking the plan through. 

Getting to the harbor was easy, his parents wouldn’t be mad if he looked both ways when he crossed the street. 

The boats would start leaving soon. One of them would take him to the rainbow’s end. 

Elias had no time to waste.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers