Microfiction Day 148 – ‘Buried Treasure’

She didn’t tell anyone about the sun-bleached bone she had found on the beach.

As a child it had been a treasure, like the shell that looked like a butterfly wing and the three glass beads from a broken necklace. All were unearthed from the sand during the building of sandcastles that were destined to be swept away.

But as she grew up she realised the bone was a treasure she never should have kept. She read of missing people and wondered if it was theirs.

She tossed it back into the sea watched only by the stars.