• Flash Fiction,  Human Condition,  Literary

    Hidden Treasure

    He left in the cover of darkness. He lifted the palm leaves that concealed the boat he learned to build from an outlawed book. He prayed it would be seaworthy. A branch cracked in the near distance. He watched. He waited. Sweat dripped down his back. With his hat, a small pack of food, and water placed gently in the boat, he eased it into the sea. If he were caught now, he’d get at least 5 years in the pit.  Please float, he whispered into the night as he pushed off from the sandy safety of the beach. He sat. He watched. He waited.  His oar sloshed water, his…