Flash Fiction Friday: Home
Photo by Philipp Berndt on Unsplash The precious jewels weighed heavy in Andy’s hand. Emeralds, rubies, diamonds. The corner of his mouth curled as he spilled them into his small sack. He took one last glance at the sleeping figure of King Henry VIII. Then he tip-toed out of the bed chambers and slipped through the door. “Did you get them?” His father, Drew, stood within the shadows. Andy nodded. “Thief!” A voice echoed against the stone walls. Drew jumped. “Time to go.” They