The excitement rippled through our little group as we breached the inner wall and crawled through the opening, our torches fighting back the gloom as we surveyed the riches which lay within.
I moved closer to the centrepiece, a large sarcophagus mounted on a pedestal.
The carvings were ornate and I felt compelled to reach out to trace the shapes cast in gold.
I wish I had not.
We were warned about the soul whose tomb we’d just defiled, the trickster who sought to cheat death, but I could not help it. My fingers moved ever closer to the sceptre…
Entry into the 100 Word #weekendchallenge by @WriteStoryBooks
The Sceptre – © 2019 Paul J. Fleming