“Have I seen you before?” The old woman at the gate eyed me suspiciously as I paid my way in.
I got that all the time, even in spite of the fact that it had been nearly twenty-five years since my father, Jake Plunder, had been a world-renowned treasure hunter. I was little more than a semi-colon in my mother’s belly when he was in these parts raiding lost temples for gold.
I strolled through the ruins and waited until no one was around before slipping into the temple. Once inside, I waited in the darkness for the solstice sun to creep overhead and fill the chamber with light.
When the light hit Shiva and the mouth of the statue opened, I removed the pink diamond from my pouch and returned it from where it had been stolen twenty-five years ago. I turned to leave.
Only six more to go.
I was so excited to see the early birds submitting their story. Looking forward to reading everyone’s take on the prompt.
In other news, I’m down to the last 35 pages of editing my novel The Kwan Factor. By this time next week I should be done with this round in the ring with what has turned out to be an unexpectedly challenging novel to write. Looking forward to finishing up very soon. I’ll be glad to move on to the next.