Lost Treasure - a drabble (Day 7: UBC July 2013)

This was it.

The map led here.

Here lay the lost treasure that crazed men had journeyed far to get. The treasure for which men had suffered privations of all kinds.

I had cheated death five times and lost everything of value.

For this.

Now it was mine.

The entrance to the cave was covered by brambles. Sheer luck that I found the mouth of the cave.

It was dark, but my torch illuminated the cave.

I dug, where the coordinates on the detailed map led me.

Nothing.

No wonder they called it lost treasure.

Apparently it really was lost. 


(This post is in response to a writing prompt on Write Tribe. This is my first attempt at writing a drabble, a short story of exactly 100 words.)