
Tonight he had been invited to his mates for a drink, he couldn't afford the bus fare, so he decided that he would walk. He had a six-pack in the garage; that is how he would contribute to the night.
He thought if he walked through the woods, it would be shorter, even though it was getting dark. He had his phone for light, if he needed it.
As he walked along the path, which was bathed in some kind of firefly light, he noticed that it was marked by stones, and then he caught one with his foot and tripped, hitting the ground.
He picked himself up, dusted himself down and noticed that under the stone (well, where it had been) there was a gold coin; he looked close, and it was a sovereign; if it was real, that was worth three or four hundred pounds. That would more than pay his rent for this month.
He then checked another stone, picked it up, and there was another gold sovereign. Who had left these? Was it faeries or someone?
He checked every stone on the path, and everyone had a gold coin. In his pocket, he now had enough money to buy himself a flat and more (once he sold them). Although there might be questions, and "The faeries left them to me" would not cut it, so he would have to find a lot of buyers, maybe sell five coins at a time.
He arrived at his mates in good spirits but said nothing of his good fortune, that would be a story for another night, after he bought himself a new apartment or house.
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Comments (3)
Ummm, where can I find these faeries??
Who is this lucky Pete? i would love to find his trail!
Even if tale, it felt hopeful in these rough times.