“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.
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!