Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island. They arrived excited; ready to explore the island and discover its one true ‘treasure’ as promised in the brochure. Observing their expressions afterwards was rather entertaining:
Those over-the-hill looked like they had seen a reflection of themselves: a structure with its entire grandeur facing south, dependent on external support.
Those caught in the middle looked exactly like that: ‘caught in the middle’ upset at what their future prospects might look like: desirous to go back to the past they took for granted.
And the young, well they couldn’t even comprehend what the whole fuss was about. They spent time running around or buried face deep behind some gadget.
Sometimes I wonder if the expressions are there or simply the perceptions of an old gatekeeper.
All the same, each felt hoodwinked. At twenty euros per person to view the shell of a ‘treasure’ I would feel hoodwinked too.
Written by Chioma I.N
In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.
Thanks Barbara for providing the picture.
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