Arthur’s Place, the shepherds called it. They would guide us there when we were kids, talk about secret wealth, hidden gold. Even then we weren’t fooled, but we loved the magic.
Our parents said it was country talk, pay no attention, shepherd superstition.
When I got older, you know what it’s like, I wanted to visit the place again, show the wife, the kids, connect with my youth.
Ah, those shepherds may have been rough, rude, unschooled, but they recognised a good deal when MineCorp made an offer for the mineral rights.
Now, there’s no more magic, just machines and dust.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge, found HERE