Weekly Writing Prompt #118
Weekly Writing Challenge
Poetry and/or Flash Fiction
December 4th 2017 | #118
(5) Words: | GHOST | PINCH | RATE | GOLD | BURY |
TUNNEL OF HOPE OR DESPAIR?
By Neel Anil Panicker
A beautiful woman, the most beautiful he had ever seen, her ‘slender as a twig’ body clad from top to bottom in white appeared out of the cumulus clouds above and swung a magical wand towards him.
Immediately, Richard felt a strange, tingling sensation all over his body as shiny golden beams of light lit the night sky.
The all white apparition smiled beatifically down at him.
A honey dipped voice, soft as gurgling mountain waters whispered,
“Young man, follow my instructions carefully for you are about to become the luckiest man on this planet. Take seven steps from the East of your hut and stop, facing the mango groves that lie beyond your backyard.
Now start digging fifty feet into the ground. You will soon hit a dead end. That is the clue for you to turn left and dig another two feet. Soon you will see a small slit in the earth. It leads to a tunnel. Crawl through it for about ten feet and you will have entered a cave. It is the Abode of Kuber, The God of Wealth.
Buried there are glittering diamond necklaces, gold earrings, precious stones, silver, platinum… take what you want…it is limitless and they are all yours”.
Richard couldn’t believe what he was witnessing and hearing. The pupils of his eyes dilated twice its normal size. His ears lobes strained to catch the soft, magical voice that was being drilled into his head.
Could this be true? Will he become rich? With such wealth he can virtually rule the earth, be master of everyone, own everything that he had ever wanted or lusted after?
Still unbelieving of his good fortune, he pinched himself on the cheek.
“What’s this month’s rate?”, he heard a familiar voice shouting into his ears.
Richard opened his eyes and found himself staring into the perplexed face of Raghav Sir, his regular customer, the gentleman from whom he bought old newspapers. Old newspapers that he bought and sold for a living. His dream had just turned to dust.
©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flash #shortstory