This week’s fiction is a smaller part of a larger whole that will likely never be written. Oh well, c’est la vie. The link to this week’s inspiration is here. Thanks, Madison!
A Glitter of Riches
The desk was such a mess. Gems littered the work surface; their original envelopes cast aside.
They had begun arriving before she had started advertising for them. Not one was smaller than the distal phalanx of her thumb, and a few were larger than ping-pong balls. No one had asked for compensation. Not one person. It almost made her want to cry—the generosity of strangers.
She would have to find a place to keep them before she could resell them; there was no doubt in her mind that she would be a target if they were kept on site.