Flash Fiction – Gold

Gold – by Hugh W. Roberts

Heading up the dusty trail, a nine-gallon cowboy hat adorned his head while he wobbled around in spurred boots one size too big; Barry remembered the words of his now-deceased bachelor uncle.

‘The trail leads to gold.’

But where was the gold? There was no gold here, just dust, some of which was dirtying his new boots and making him sneeze.

Just as he was about to give up, a building with flashing signage appeared in the distance where the trail ended. As he walked nearer, he could make out its name – ‘Dusty’s.’

Barry’s heart leapt when he opened the venue’s doors, releasing butterflies into his stomach. A brightly-lit room full of music and cowboys, all line dancing together.

He’d struck gold.

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Written for Sunday Stills, hosted by Terri Webster Schrandt – Theme: Yellow/Gold

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33 thoughts on “Flash Fiction – Gold

      1. Amen! Not too many places you can come up with a gold nugget. There was a young kid and his father in Arizona who found a giant gold nugget.

  1. Excellent build up and I enjoyed the humor, and I love the twist at the end. Barry’s deceased uncle was wise in realizing gold is not always monetary but a cherished life experience.

  2. Very good Hugh, and a nice injection of humour. Not the end to the story most would expect certainly!

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