This piece was written for the weekly photo prompt from the Unicorn Challenge.
You can also hear my dulcet tones reading this piece.
Murray (known as Muzza to all) remained suspicious. Who gets around in that sort of clobber these days? Flash as a rat with a gold tooth. Still, better humour him just in case he starts waving that bloody sword around.
‘So, Lord Chol-mon-deley, this is where the secret treasure was buried by your great-great-great- great uncle, twice removed?
Cholmondeley bristled. ‘It’s pronounced Chumley, you colonial yobbo. Yes, right where I’m pointing. I have researched this matter and recorded all the facts in this voluminous tome.’
Muzza scratched his head. ‘So what sort of treasure is it? Gold? Jewels? Next week’s Lotto numbers?’
Cholmondeley sighed and said ‘Just dig. That’s what I’m paying you for and handsomely if I might say so.’
‘Not that bloody handsomely’ grunted Muzza but picked up his shovel and turned the first sod.
Ten minutes later, he put the shovel down. ‘You’ve barely started’ roared Cholmondeley.
‘No more diggin’ till I know what’s down there’.
Cholmondeley was suddenly sheepish. ‘I don’t actually know. My research couldn’t establish that.’
Muzza shrugged. ‘Well, as long as I get paid.’
Five minutes later, Muzza’s shovel hit a wooden box and Cholmondeley shivered in expectation. When he opened it, he saw a note written in a child’s hand. It read ‘Father says I’m too old for you now, Teddy, so I’ll bury you in this secret plot and come back for you later.’
Muzza stepped back with the remains of Teddy in his hand and said ‘Where’s me fifty quid?’
Six Crooked Highways 
I can always count on you for something different and totally entertaining; I was not disappointed.
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Thanks, Nancy. Always good to hear.
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Most welcome. And nice to hear your voice; it’s a good one.
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Childhood is over, Ted and buried. Still, the old Digger deserves his dosh.
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That made me laugh!
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So that’s what you sound like – cool accent.
And yes, children always know the real treasures!
We should listen…
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Forget about Muzza, I’m giving the yobbo label to the father who made his son feel like he needed to put Teddy into a box and bury it. (I had to look up the meaning of “yobbo” and I’m going to try using it (silently, I don’t want to get punched) on someone in the upcoming week)
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First, loved the story. The truest of all treasures, for sure — this from a woman with a house full of things with memories attached so I can’t get rid of them!!
I also loved hearing you read. What a great voice!
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Why, thank you, ma’am. Now I’m blushing. 🙂
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Funny with a remarkably* subtle heart.
* not an aspersion in any sense of word!….mostly**
** lol…did enjoy this one
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Many thanks, clark.
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There’ll be a collector somewhere who’ll pay a good price for that historic teddy, I’m sure. Love these characters.
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Delightfully different! Your ‘dulcet tones’ brought the scene to life.
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