This fictional story was written for the Write Tribe Wednesday writing prompt : Imagine you are digging in the ground in the backyard of your new home to create a vegetable patch and found a treasure chest.
The sun beat down on their backs as she watched her husband fire up the rototiller. “Can you remind me again why we are doing this?” she asked wanting more than anything to retreat indoors in the air conditioning with an ice cold Coca Cola and a good book. Anywhere cool would be preferable. It had to be almost 90 degrees. Okay, she was exaggerating to herself, but damn it was hot. Wouldn’t it be so much easier to buy vegetables than the planting, weeding, and picking that lay ahead with this method? Still her husband was determined to have a garden. Wonderful for him, he was on the road most of the time. It would be up to HER to do all the work after the planting. Still she would have the benefit of eating most of the produce this little adventure would yield.
Before long he was steadily making headway, the tines digging deeply into the freshly turned over soil as she looked on. He hadn’t progressed far when the rototiller came to an abrupt halt with a bang. “What the hell?” he cursed. He shut the engine down and moved the tiller to investigate. “Probably hit a damn rock. Go get a shovel…NOW!” He directed in frustration. Her mind went blank and her face must have registered her confusion. “It is in the barn!” He barked. She hurried off to do his bidding. He backed up the tiller and with shovel in hand attempted to remove what had halted his progress. They both bent down to investigate. It seemed to be the corner of something. He dug deeper, unearthing more, thoughts of flourishing tomato and pepper plants forgotten. Only unearthing the metal box mattered now. When the box was extracted, he pulled it out and opened it.
Inside they found stacks of hundred dollar bills. They glanced at each other, their shock evident on both their faces. “HOLY SHIT, this is huge! Hurry, let’s get it in the house before anyone sees!!!” They raced for the house carrying the heavy box between them like two excited little kids who just discovered Santa had been there. After counting the money three times, they still were in shock. After a while a smug look came across his face. “What?” she asked. “And you didn’t want to be bothered with a garden!” “I didn’t know it would grow 100 dollar bills, did I? I stand corrected. I guess gardening can be a good thing after all!”