by Aaron M. Wilson
“Told you.” Victor tried to hand over the geocache to Carmella. His hands were stained back from digging the muddy soil. He wished Carmella enjoyed discovering the trinkets people left behind. He, at least, pretended to enjoy ballet. Honestly, he did enjoy watching her stretch and dance, but the men she danced with turned their noses up at his beard and soft, skinny build.
Carmella waved in a shooing, dismissing gesture. “Yes. I can see.” She turned her back to Victor. “You found it. Can we go home?”
Victor crouched down over the cache’s hole. He replaced trinkets and took a picture with his phone, so he could tweet his find. However, as he started to push the dirt over the trinkets, the sun caught something blinding Victor for a second.
“What now?” asked Carmella, hands planted on her slender hips. “We are so not looking for another one today.”
Victor slowly dug at the side of wall of the cache. His fingers found several hard, smooth objects. He cleaned the largest of the stones on his jeans, a red crystal the size of a large chicken egg. Carmella still had her back to him. He knew she hated watching him “play in the mud.” Victor quickly pocketed all of the stones except the red crystal he’d cleaned. Holding it tightly in his right hand, he made a wish.
On their way home, Carmella kissed Victor on the cheek. “I think we have time for one more, don’t you.”