Opening Day (microfiction)



Billy shoved the spade downward, scooping dirt.

Clang.

With his fingers, he dug trenches around the metal box, wiggled it free.

Behind the oak, Grandpa had said. These hands can’t dig anymore. Finders, keepers.

The lid creaked open. Atop the pile, Joe DiMaggio’s face smiled back at Billy.




Prompt: earth

Comments

  1. MargaretApril 9, 2020 at 5:09 AM

    I like the idea of baseball cards as the treasure, and the mystery at the end of why they remained buried till now.

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  2. kathunkApril 9, 2020 at 12:20 PM

    Gonna be honest, I had to google Joe DiMaggio.... *shame face* I had this split second where I thought there was a head in the box (don't worry, I'm sure no one else had this misunderstanding).
    It's a cute story!

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