The Family Heirloom – flash fiction
The Family Heirloom
“Didn’t you bring a shovel?” Hubbert asked as he looked up at his nephew.
“Sorry! I thought you’d brought the tools.” Ricky stood with his hands in his overalls and shuffled his feet in the dirt.
“Never mind!” Hubbert exclaimed as he jumped out of the hole. He tossed the metal cup at Ricky. “Get in that hole and scoop!”
It took Ricky most of the day to make any progress. By nightfall, his uncle lowered a lantern down into the hole.
“Find anything yet?”
“Just a lot of animal bones.”
Hubbert cursed and walked away. He’d find it if he had to dig holes all over the property. His brother thought he’d been clever, but Hubbert would show him.
Ricky wasn’t as dumb as Hubbert thought he was. He knew what his uncle was searching for and why – gambling debts. He slid the small ring from a bony finger and slipped it into his pocket. It was his birthright, the family heirloom. He smoothed the dirt back over his mother’s bones and marked the spot with a small stone.
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