I actually wasn't going to do a story today, but I know David at least looks forward to them. So I wrote a quick one kind of up his alley.
Searching for Treasure
We rowed deeper into the swamp, the water green and murky. Logs floated by us, or perhaps alligators. We chose to ignore the rumors of other, more dangerous creatures living here. Snakes thirty-feet long, reptiles whose teeth could rip through our heavy wooden boat like it was paper, birds capable of swooping down and picking a man up in their talons, flying off with him. Folktales, we had assured ourselves before beginning the trip upriver, designed to keep out visitors. But here in this oppressive sticky air, out of sight of the last village, anything felt possible. We didn't speak and tried not to listen to the rustlings along the banks.
The locals had thought we were crazy and maybe we are, but we know it's here. The treasure, buried...