© Yinglan Z.
When Chance Bailey returned to his deceased father’s estate, he found nothing but refuse and rubble. The woman he had a “chance” encounter with in that dive bar on the wharf had been his long-lost sister, and she had taken the bulk of the old man’s wealth, which should have been their shared inheritance. Now all he had was a single 18th century gold coin and his father’s ruined land.
There was an old shed and a strange black mirror, which he had never seen before. Yet when he presented his coin to father’s solicitor, he was told vast riches could be found here.
It didn’t look like glass. More like iron filings swirled by magnetism. Chance reached out with recently washed fingers and touched.
Then he was in a cave on an island hundreds of years and thousands of miles away. There were chests full of gold doubloons, all the wealth he would ever need. This was the secret of the old man’s fortune. The mirror was the greatest treasure of them all.
I wrote this for the FFfAW Challenge for the Week of April 10, 2018 hosted by Priceless Joy. The idea is to use the image above as the inspiration for crafting a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 175 words long. My word count is 175.
Yesterday, in response to a different challenge, I wrote The Pit Fiend Promise in which a man who had lived a wasted life after being rejected by his wealthy father, finds out via a mysterious messenger (his long lost sister, though he didn’t recognize her), that “the old man” had died, and his inheritance was there for the taking (half actually, since sister had gotten there first).
In today’s story, though it seems at first that Chance has inherited nothing but ashes, he discovers the secret to how his father built wealth in the first place. Now how will he use it?
To read other stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.
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I wish I had his kind of luck!
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Sort of like winning the super-lottery, but then the deck was stacked in Chance’s favor all a long because of his father. This is a “sequel” of sorts to a short story I wrote yesterday (the link is in my “afterword), which provides a bit more detail.
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I’ll take a look. 🙂
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Nice James.
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Thanks.
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Good story, James. I hope it’s a two-way mirror.
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It must be if his Dad brought treasure back. Thanks.
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of course! 🙂
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Wow! What a wonderful mirror! I would like one of those. 😀 Great story, James!
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Wouldn’t we all? Thanks.
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I hope his Dad had left instruction son the other side as to how to get back.
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Maybe the mirror is on both sides.
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Mirrors are so magical. Nicely crafted.
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Thank you, yarnspinnerr.
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I like your use of names and a story that makes it seem as though chance had dealt him a blow but in reality left him holding the riches. Good one James.
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His sister Charlotte thought he’d gotten away with the most obvious treasure, which from her point of view, she certainly deserved. Chance, who has led a wasted life after also being rejected by his father, must now choose to redeem himself. Thanks, Irene.
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I want to hear more!! please make this a serial.
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I haven’t really projected my thoughts that far into it. It would make an interesting anthology of sorts, a dark mirror being passed on from one person to another, each one finding what they think they seek inside.
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