The gold means nothing without you here. ‘You’ could be anyone: a lover, a parent, a pet. He lost the will to care about the source of his attention and affection. Not all the gold in the world can buy genuine love.
He sailed into this cave alone and he will sail out quite the same.
“You will be my friend, now.” He told a piece of gold.
Rough stone scrapped where the soles of his shoes wore thin. He’d be able to buy new ones soon, and he tried to let that thought excite him forward, excite him enough to leave the cave and its vast treasures.
Except, he knew he couldn’t take it all. “My new friends, why should I abandon thee?”
The piles of gold were large and endless, towering over him and nearly touching the upper curve of the cave.
The man bent over, untying the laces of his leather shoes and placing them in the boat. He then walked over to the piles of gold, let the cool metal press between his toes. It had been so long since something touched him as sweetly, so long since something this beautiful gave him attention.
He could sail out of this cave with a bag full of treasure and change his life forever.
Instead, he turned to the gold and with a childlike glee he never experienced as a child, he leapt off the balls of his feet and into the treasure.
He could leave tomorrow, too.
Character: Adventuring Sailor
Theme: Rags to riches
Written for last week’s Flash!Friday