Monday, February 16, 2009

Emerald Death


She follows the Undertaker’s map, traversing the catacombs with the grace of a swallow in flight. Left here, third left, second right, mind the pitfall trap… She stops at an unremarkable coffin, cracked with age and showing scraps of cloth and bone. The application of a crowbar snaps long-rusted nails to reveal the corps within, still wearing the ancient emerald necklace her great grandmother promised her. She reaches for it and a bony hand grabs her wrist..

“What trespass occurs here?” said the paper-thin voice. “What thief disturbs the tomb of Elizabeth Travin?

“I’m not a thief,” said Laura Travin. “The emerald is my birthright. Look, I’ve got the paperwork.”

4 comments:

Sunny said...

*chuckling* That Laura is a witty lady!

Leatherdykeuk said...

21st century tomb raider ;)

aims said...

Well - if you've got the paperwork are you really a tomb raider then? I can see the argument either way...

Leatherdykeuk said...

One hopes the dead don't have solicitors...