99 Word Flash Fiction: Rare Gems

© irene waters 2014

© irene waters 2014

“Dad stop. You can’t dig a mine under the house.” Janie grabbed the pneumatic drill from Peter and pointed him towards the house. 

When her father was out of earshot she said, “You have to put him in a home. The house’ll fall down if he continues. He’s demented”

“Once a mining engineer always a mining engineer. He says he’s looking for rare gems.”

“No Mum. He needs a nursing home.”

“You’re right Janie. I’ll do it today.”

“Demented you think.” Talking to himself, Peter patted his back pocket. His escape route lay snuggly in the plastic bag he’d just excavated. 

© irene waters 2014

© irene waters 2014

In response to Charli’s  December 17, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about rare gems. It can be treasure, rough or twinkling, an object, place or person. Go on an adventure, let you imagination fly and kick perfectionism to the curb. You are in pursuit of something greater!

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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18 Responses to 99 Word Flash Fiction: Rare Gems

  1. Sarah says:

    Nice! It leaves me wondering–what’s in the plastic bag?

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  2. Charli Mills says:

    Oh, wow! This is like the opening scene to an adventurous thriller! I’m curious, too about what is in the plastic bag, yet if he is demented it may merely contain something only he has the imagination to see in the bag.

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    • I used the show not tell principal but I must have been too obscure. The women who controlled his life thought he was demented and took no heed to him telling them he was digging for rare gems. He was not demented and as the women plotted to put him in a home he had found his buried treasure (rare gems) and was planning his own escape.
      I think this could be one of those perfect moments of non-perfection where I will just be generous with myself and say it was okay despite taking a different direction.
      🙂

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  3. TanGental says:

    I got it, Irene. Not obscure at all – but maybe I can see the husband’s side better!

    Like

  4. Norah says:

    I got it too – wish I got the gems as well. Wouldn’t mind an escape route from time to time! 🙂

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  6. Pat Cummings says:

    I have shared this on Google+ to my circle of Miners. I just assumed there was something really valuable in the bag, because otherwise Peter wouldn’t have been digging for it! (Unless he just had to have a hole in the yard, like a certain miner I know…

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