mystery…

Compelled by mysteries like darkness at noon or elusive blondes with skim milk white skin, I loosened a bolder from the stony wall lining our driveway one deep autumn to instigate my own mystery. In the shallow gap behind the rock I placed the most precious thing I had, a treasure that I was sure would earn me a king’s ransom.

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