The serene countryside was suddenly broken by shouts of excitement; Ismail leaned on his spade as Ayaz went forward to uncover what they had found. Spring was here and coupled with the downfall in the economy, both brothers had returned to their ancestral home in Taşlıçay to make a living through agriculture. Gently they uncovered the soil-laden bag which consisted of a glass vase, a few rusted gold coins and a woolen sweater torn at the seams…
…Çocuklar uyumaya gider (Translation: Kids go to sleep), interrupted a female voice as all the young ones scuttled away, each hoping that one day he would uncover a family heirloom. “Ne dedesi, hala onlara masal anlatıyorsun (Translation: What grandfather, you are still telling them such tales),” said Shenaz to the storyteller with a pout. Ismail just smiled a toothy grin as he continued polishing his favourite vase in the dim light.
Word Count 147: FCA – Preferred (Though all kinds of comments are welcome)
The June 2018 WEP Challenge: Unravelled Yarn. (Click here to know more.)
Disclaimer: This time Pegman decided to stopover at Taşlıçay, Turkey (hosted at WhatPegmanSaw.com) and it’s my first trip along. I’ve yet to figure out how the street view thing works. Most of my information is based on what I found on Google.
The photo prompt has been given by Enisa at the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) and the word prompt (Polish) has been given by GirlieOnTheEdge.
Whew… That’s a lot, especially after my long break.
Bernadette Braganza 
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