One Man’s Treasure

He poured the contents of the tattered pouch onto the concrete and rummaged through them.

Passersby barely noticed him. He had become a fixture much like a fire hydrant or trash barrel.

He was surprised when the child stopped, and his father didn’t immediately steer him away.

The boy asked questions and told a joke, to which he responded with a snaggletooth smile.

The father put money into the can and turned away. He stopped them and pulled a white feather from the assortment of items he treasured. Giving it to the boy, he said, “Never quit trying to fly.”

– Written for Splickety Publishing Group, Bolt Flash Fiction, Photo Prompt. WC 100



Author: LearaWrites

I am a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer, not necessarily in that order. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

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