Charlie got what Granddad called, ‘a wild hair.’
“Ever wonder about that rock?” The black boulder seemed out of place in the middle of the cow pasture.
“Granddad said stay about from it,” brother Jimmy replied.
“I bet that’s where he buried his gold from Alaska. Race you!”
Upon reaching the rock, Charlie noticed a large hollow. Instead of finding treasure, Charlie’s hand found a nest of copperheads. His screams filled the air. Then Jimmy felt a bite on his foot.
As deadly venom filled his veins, Jimmy turned to his dying brother.
“Granddad say stay away from the rock.”
This story was inspired by Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s . Friday Fictioneer’s. This week’s photo prompt is provided by C.E. Ayr