“I think…I’ve hit something,” said one of the men wiping the sweat from his brow. Two others helped him scatter away the sand and uncovered a box. “Oh look, someone’s hidden their treasure and forgotten about it,” said another with mild sarcasm. He cleared his throat again and looked around at the bunch of weary men.
He stepped up to open the trunk overhearing the guy who found the trunk whisper to his friend nearby, “I think we should start digging for that well elsewhere.” The trunk contained glass bottles of clear liquid. He opened one, sniffed suspiciously, then took a sip. He smiled as he handed the bottle to those around.
In the middle of the hot Saraha, a drop of water was the only jewel.
Word Count 127: FCA – Preferred (Though all kinds of comments are welcome)
The April 2019 WEP Challenge: Jewel Box. (Click here to know more.)
Bernadette Braganza 
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