As a newlywed, beautiful Celia was graced with all the resplendent Creole characteristics of her genetic heritage.  But time had taken its toll.  Gravitational forces had also been unkind. Too much alcohol had damaged her skin.  Her stately posture was lost to the deplorable menial task she had taken on to dredge forth the mystery of her birth.

Was the mystical wooden box real?   In her mind she again overheard Franz’ words to the old groundskeeper, “The box contains her birth records.  We can demand a handsome ransom if we can just find the box.”  He added as an afterthought,  “Riches will materialize at our fingertips.”

“Franz,” she had said, “For a wedding present let me surround myself in a flower garden.  I love to work the gardens.  The exercise will keep me healthy and beautiful.”

So for twelve years she had shoveled, weeded, seeded, and pruned.   Twelve years!

“What’s this?”  She bent over.  A block of decaying wood. The box and the papers!  Both so decayed they would prove nothing.  She would tell Franz tonight that she had found an old box and decaying papers in the garden.  Twelve years for a moment’s reward as he sees the papers are too decayed to use for a ransom note!

Her reward?  That moment – plus the jewels that were undamaged by the years, now safely stored in her travel bag.


Challenge to use at least ten of the following words in a story.    Creole, alcohol, dredge, gravitation, deplorable, afterthought, materialize, newlywed, mystical, groundskeeper, wooden box, resplendent


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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to HER REWARD

  1. Nassima says:

    This was a challenge? Are you sure? Wow !! Because your story made sense from the first phrase Oneta😍
    I really enjoyed reading it❤

  2. msjadeli says:

    Very intriguing and enjoyable story.

  3. Great blending of the words, and love that Celia had the last laugh. 😉

  4. Jules says:

    A true jewel to use a word list and have the words shine without blinding. 😉
    Good for Celia!

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