October 12, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a walk across the sand.
You can check out Charli’s original post here:
Walking across the sandy beach, I could see it.
Treasure, and it was all mine.
Half buried in the sand, glinting in the sun.
I picked it up.
Riches beyond belief.
There were ten of us.
Yes I had enough.
I stood in the queue, waiting patiently.
I looked behind me.
Grandpa was soon by my side.
I showed him what I held so tightly in my fist.
He grinned, knowing exactly what I was going to do.
It was my turn.
‘Ten cornets please!’ I asked.
‘That’ll be two bob’, came the reply.
I handed over my ‘treasure’.
I was about 8, and found half a crown in the sand on Rockley Beach.
We’d gone out for the day with my family and next door’s kids in the old ambulance Dad had at the time.
I bought ice cream for everyone, and still had change! Oh those were the days!!!
Half a crown was 2 shillings and sixpence, which equated to one eighth of a pound pre decimal, 12½p in today’s money.