Friday Fictioneers – The following photo is the prompt. Does it speak to you? What does it say? (In 100 words or less.)
“I’ve got it! I found the key!” John exclaimed, waving it in the air.
“C’mon, open it, open the chest!” Ginny teetered with excitement on the threshold of discovering the treasures hidden in Grandma’s cedar chest.
Click. Squeak. Creak. The lid opened, dust particles danced wildly in the streaming sunlight for the first time in half a century.
Yanking away the lace shawl, which sheltered the dreams within, they heard the plop of something small.
An old lollipop, shared between two lovers, a promise of lips to meet again sweetly, after the war. A promise he kept four years later.
***NOTE: The photo looks like an old, dirty lollipop to me, thus, my story.