The Treasure of Willow Creek

I’m excited to share my effort for Friday Fictioneers this week. I’ve had the pleasure of reading quite a few of the other entries and they are wonderful. All are welcome to join in. You can view the prompt, and details for participating, here:

The grieving Mrs. Budinski went through the doors of A Helping Hand, directing her maid to bring the discards in.

Boxes of junk would complicate Jessica’s budget. The wealthiest family in twelve counties would not pay to dispose their trash.

The first box held cracked leather shoes. Then Jessica saw a lampshade. Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be? They had disappeared more than fifty years ago.

Yes! All twenty-two lucky lamps were there. Mr. Budinski had hoarded them.

Jessica’s fiancé thought she was crazy.

Twenty years later no one could remember the poverty Willow Creek had been under.


Rules Can Be Good

It’s my first Friday Fictoneer’s entry! You can read the prompt here:

Cricket stumbled into her position on the factory floor. There were piles of bud to seed. It must not go out with seeds in it. The seeds belonged to the factory owners.

Demand was up, up, up. Cricket was down, down, down.

A little wouldn’t hurt.

Cricket smoked to her hearts content. She woke many hours later when it was dark. Everyone was gone.

The ganja had worn off. The sign made sense. No smoking in the factory.