WHIRLPOOL

Maelstrom Mud
By Tessa Harvey


    Archie came racing up from their shallow creek. The twins were not far behind with Esther and the baby. 
    "Dad," he yelled, "come, dad, come. My puppy found jools, pearl, 'meralds, rubies." He paused, breathing hard. "They aren't Ruby's. She lives in Day Care. Look dad." He held out a grubby hand and Lucas peered down. He saw bright flashing quartz, but also a flicker of fire."
    Esther came close and he lifted tired little Katie from her arms. She held out her own hand and slowly opened her palm. Flames of purple, gold, red poured from a large stone, dazzling and glorious. Amazed, Lucas thought it is only potch. The flood washed it down.
    "Is it treasure?" asked Thomas quietly. "Is it ours?" 
    "It was in our pool and near Whirlpool Rock. It was the rainbow we saw." Lucas had been praying, reading his Bible, coming back to God. "Pray," he said in answer.


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