Dazzling, shiny, priceless.
Opening the time capsule that I had dug up from my daily dig, I look at the contents inside. Shiny ancient artefacts stare back at me, glittering and glistening against the sunlight.
An aged beauty and style to the priceless gems.
An ancient cross, as small and shiny as a boundless brooch, lays in the bottom of the chest. Engraved in different sizes of square mosaics, coloured in a range of red rubies and green emeralds and white pearls, it tells hundreds of tales, passed on like an heirloom, from generation to generation.
I stare at it in wonder, enthralled, the piece any archaeologist would crave to find,and gently, with calm and wary fingers, I pick it up. I notice the sunlight peaking through the gap in the tent and reflecting against the object, as I twist it about. Placing it carefully back down in the box, I close it and latch the lid on securely.
It has lasted this long, it can last a few centuries more...
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Narratives
Short StoryThis book is not an actual story, but it is different descriptions and narratives I have writen by describing a photo; while others are just thoughts that I write down when my emotions get too much, and I right them down as a way of coping. *Excerpt...
