The dirt in the clearing was so loose, we dug with our bare hands.
I was one of the first to complain that we'd buried that jar too deep, but Sooki reminded me that a treasure like we had must be securely secreted.
"Ain't no tellin' what lengths a critter would go to to unearth it," she said. "And I ain't talkin' the four-legged kind."
"Yeah," Chase spoke up. "Then where would we be? We risked our lives to steal that jar. Why it must be worth a dollar, at least."
And then, we struck gold.
We were all salivating like werewolves on a full moon night.
The jar was dirty, but a little dirt never hurts anyone.
"Who's first?" I asked.
"First?" Sooki said. "First, we gotta get that rusty lid off."
Each one took his turn, squishing up eyes, grimacing, groaning, and turning that stuck lid with every ounce of strength our puny muscles could muster.
A keen crack of lightning struck nearby.
"Come on," Dead Eye said. "Let's put that jar on that stump over there, and let God decide who gets the lid off."
The jar was placed in the center of the stump, and we all stood back, sure to give God a wide berth and not crowd Him on any decision.
In less than a minute, a bolt of white hot energy struck that stump, exploding the jar into a million pieces.
Nobody was hurt, and Lockerby was the most surprised to see every one of our skinny butts warming the pews at the Wednesday night prayer meeting where he and his mama manned the front row.
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Love Songs: The Wrong Note - A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionA second volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Songs...
