Rustbucket Riches

“Hello, Friday-Fictioneers. My apologies if I don’t get to read your wonderful tales. My computer time is extremely short these days. However, I am beginning to nick a few minutes to write again – shush don’t tell anyone!”

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompt:
Friday Fictioneers – Write a 100-word piece based on the Photo Prompt image above – © Bill Reynolds

Rustbucket Riches

“Where’s the loot, Rod?”

“I left it in the storage box on that old truck, Larry!”

“Where’s the truck?”

“No idea!” Rod indicated a rectangle of dead brush. “It was right here!”

“Why that truck?” Larry’s face reddened.

“It’s been here decades. The rustbucket wasn’t driving off, was it?”

“Except it did — And with our bloody loot too!”

“Now, what?” Rod sighed.

“Idiot!” Larry jumped into their Jeep and leaned out the window, yelling, “You lost it. You find it!” before driving away.

Larry grinned. He walked through the trees to the truck. Retrieving the loot, he strode into the sunset a rich man.

The End


Thanks for reading my friends.

There’s more in the Poetry CornerPoetry Nook, and the Short Story Collection

Have a great day!

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  1. Good one, that! 🙂 chuckling at it. I used to hide “treasures” like food in an old “rustbucket” down at the lower end of the dump. Never had to worry that someone would steal my hidden stash of spam…. hmmm, I wonder… maybe I ought to make a trip home and see if it’s still there… The antique can of spam ought to be worth something… hmmmm…..

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