Friday, March 30, 2018

100 Words a Day 1158


Garrac’s face turned red and his cheeks puffed. The chest yielded, first with a creak, then a groan, and finally a snap. He stumbled back, losing the pry bar when the pressure released. He didn’t hear the clang as the bar hit the stone floor, his eyes were locked on the rainbow glow emitting from the open chest. Visions of the contents danced across Garrac’s mind. He rushed back and swept away the fragments of wood that had broken off the lid. He thrust both arms elbow-deep into the contents of the chest. He couldn’t believe he’d finally found it.

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