During April I will once again join the hundreds of bloggers partaking in the A-Z Challenge. As I have to write a story a day, I may be absent from some of my more usual venues! My 2017 theme reveal can be found HERE
Post 1490. Wednesday March 29
Friday Fictioneers
As I watch boats leaving the busy harbour I dream of sailing to an island, my treasure island. No need for tattered maps and buried trinket-filled trunks, for there, treasure surrounds me. I see it the rocks, in trees bowed low with olives; treasure between my toes as I stroll along its sandy sun-blessed shore. I find it in the wings of butterflies, petals of flowers and in the golden setting sun. True treasure, nature's treasure. My treasure for as long as I stay and mine again when I return, for return I shall.
Thanks to Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers for hosting and Fatima Fakier Deria for the photo prompt.
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A lovely, wistful tone to today's story. Look forward to what you've got in store for the Challenge!
ReplyDeleteI hope you enjoy it Nick. I'm sure you'll delight once again!
DeleteTo each his or her paradise. Guaranteed happiness if you find what you are looking for!
ReplyDeleteSuch is life. Thanks Dale.
DeleteI love the idea of treasures between my toes...
ReplyDeleteMe too. Thanks Magaly
DeleteThis would be found treasure indeed. My fantasy would be to live near the ocean where I could walk the sandy beach barefoot each day, breathing in the salt air and sending my cares out to sea. Lovely writing!
ReplyDeleteI do, and I love nothing more than walking along the water's edge on a summer evening. thanks Josie.
DeleteCan I come?
ReplyDeleteJoin the queue! Cheers Linda
DeleteLovely descriptions, Keith - ad you're right, with or without buried gold, it's a real treasure island
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is. Thanks Lynn
DeleteCan I come along? Oh, I see Linda said the same. ~grin~
ReplyDeleteI'd better hire a ferry!
DeleteA fine tale of the high seas. Oh to be able to es ape like that!
ReplyDeleteMe too! We can but dream
DeleteI enjoyed the fact that treasure meant nature at its best ~ not gold coins or diamonds. Alicia
ReplyDeleteSome things are worth so much more. Thanks Alicia.
DeleteSuch a feelgood factor in this story
ReplyDeleteIt felt good writing it! Thanks Bettina
DeleteTrue treasure is the kind that makes your heart sing. I'm glad he found his. Lovely, uplifting story. -- gah learner
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is. Thanks so much Ga H
DeleteI love the sense of finding your own paradise like this...
ReplyDelete...if only! Thanks for dropping by.
Deleteif such a place exists, it would aptly be called the garden of eden. to really enjoy it, though, it must be shared.
ReplyDeletePerhaps Adam should share it with Eve! Cheers plaridel
DeleteBeautifully described, quite poetic. Yes, Nature is our dearest treasure.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is. Thanks Susmita
Deleteyo ho ho .....
ReplyDeleteNice write.
Agggh! Now for bottle of rum!
DeleteNicely done. I will be doing the A to Z Challenge as well. Hope to see you there.
ReplyDeleteI certainly hope so. Cheers Jo
DeleteThe best treasure is all around us, love this perspective. Good luck with your April Challenge.
ReplyDeleteIt's such a beautiful place, the land of imaginings.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful place!
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