Friday Fictioneers – The Endless Search

ff041115“Nothing, just more junk!” A disgruntled Sam wiped muddy sweat across his forehead. “We’ll never find it, Joe, never I tells ye.”

Joe inhaled deeply on his pipe. His greeny-blue eyes shifted slowly towards a small, grassy hillock at the far end of O’Malley’s field. “Ach, to be sure, it’s moved – we’ve been digging in the wrong place all along. Come on, young Sam, bring your spade.”

As the birds sang their morning songs, brothers Joe and Sam Lonnegan trudged through the long, dewy grass. That gold would be theirs, no matter how many rainbows they had to chase.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Endless Search

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Cheers, Bjorn. While not a fan of any use of bold or block capitals in these stories, I do think the sparing use of italicisation is fine. As far as possible I like to let the words do all the talking, and in that regard the occasional word in italics just adds a bit of subtle emphasis (where needed). Well that’s my excuse anyway 🙂

  1. aliciajamtaas

    This is very fun. Gold at the end of the rainbow and all. As the great-great-granddaughter of an Irish woman who left an incredibly boring town in Ireland I can see why they would be looking for gold ~ run away!

  2. samanthamacmaster

    I find myself wondering how long young Sam will follow his older brother before rebelling. Sibling interactions are so interesting, aren’t they? Excellent story, I find myself hoping for a treasure for Sam


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