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Farther still!Farther still! It got to be there. My angel never does reveal incorrect things.
Tons of gold, precious stones, ornaments adorned the ground.
A piece of land it was. But beneath it what treasures it held. His eyes couldn’t believe the turn of events. In a matter of day he’d become a millionaire. A zillion desires crept up waiting to be fulfilled.
Re-building his shattered home, gifting jewelry to his wife, taking his parents on a world tour, providing his kids the finest of education. He was excited at the very prospect. He waited to see the reaction of his family when he revealed his luck.
Would he have to part his riches with the authority? Better not, he rationalized.
The characters fizzled out one by one,Alas!! it was just a dream!Rubbing his eyes, he woke up to reality ,he had a long & grueling day of controlling the excavator at the construction site to look (apparently not) forward to.
Acknowledgements:-In response to Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner is a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer.
Thank you Rogershipp at A Writer’s Community for hosting the challenge. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.