The Prospectors

As she nervously stepped from ship to pier a church bell reverberated, marking the moment. She chuckled; it had been a patch of dirt with lumber piles when she’d left. Bereft. Shamed. Everything had changed. A pair of would-be miners jostled her as they hurried to get on with their fortune hunt. The stocky one tipped his hat, “Beggin’ pardin, ma’am,” he sneered. The reedy one nodded, pulled his partner’s sleeve, eager to go. She had changed too. She searched for her mutton-chopped Bohemian friend. His offer letter top of mind, she strode forward eager to claim her own prospects.

Categories: Short Fiction

Tagged as:

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s