PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind
Twelve-year-old Warren finally stumbled into the clearing. He was tired of Jean and Bobby complaining that the treasure map he took from the trunk in Grandpa’s basement was bogus.
“I told you we’d find it,” he said.
“Find what?” asked Jean panting. “It’s just a wall and a bunch of junk.”
“Wait,” cried Bobby. “A giant keyhole with dragons on either side.”
“Fake dragons,” Jean smirked.
The brick wall flexed like plastic and they heard a gigantic burp. Out popped an old bird fountain.
“Excuse me,” said the dragon’s voice from inside. “I ate too much junk food last night.”
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