Friday Fictioneers – Shrouded

/ Dee

I reached the tree as the mist was crowding in. I found the slab and pulled it away, dragging the box out into the wet grass.

I saw the lock was intact. I reached for the key under the leather tag round my ankle. Their thorough body search had failed to find it. The pouch was there, the stones still inside. I took them, pushing the box back into its hiding place.

I heard them coming for me.  I slid over the wall into the ditch, covering myself with earth and moss.

The mist covered me; my shroud, my escape.

(Thanks to Maggie Duncan for the beautiful photograph)

This is something new for me. I like the challenge of 100 words.

28 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Shrouded”

    • Thank you. I have been working on a story about one of my ancestors for a long time; this is taken from something that happended during his life as a convict. The person retrieving the stones was his wife…………….

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    • Thank you.
      It was difficult to get across what I wanted to say in 100 words. Originally it was an “intimate body search” – and as it is a woman who is retrieving the stones it may have been a better explanation as to why “they” overlooked the key in the leather tag.

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    • Tanks for reading and also for taking the time to comment
      The story is part of something I have been working on for a while. It concerns an ancestor who was deported to Tasmania, his life and experiences

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  9. I’m guessing these stones are rare jewels…like diamonds, rubies, sapphires, etc, which he plans to sell to escape even further, perhaps out of the country. Even though he may be a hardened criminal or convict, I can’t believe I’m rooting for him to make it. Nice work. I’m #36 on the list.

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  10. I’m guessing the stones are rare jewels, like diamonds, rubies, sapphires…something he can sell to make an even further escape perhaps out of the country. Even though he may be a hardened criminal or convict, I can’t believe I’m rooting for him to make it. Nice work. I’m #36 on the list.

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  11. The 100 words really makes you use words to their fullest, doesn’t it. You grabbed my interest and I want to know–what’s in the box, who’s chasing her, what happens next? I particularly like your last line. But I hope the shroud only portends hiding, not dying.

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    • Thank you so much for your kind comments.
      The story was taken from something I have been working on for quite a while. It concerns an ancestor who was deported to Tasmania for a crime he didnt commit; his journey to the other sire of the world and the criminal he married….lots more to go 🙂

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    • Hi Margie
      Glad you liked my first attempt at telling a story in 100 words. I found it quite difficult as I usually use three words where one will do!!
      It was good to hear from you and glad to know you are back on your perch
      Take care
      Dee

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