by Gina Langridge
Kate reached under her bed, the duvet brushing against her hair, and dragged out a wooden chest.
"You promise you won't tell?"
Anna waved her hand over her tee shirt. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
Kate opened the box and pulled out the tissue paper from the top. "Look." She held out a shiny piece of wood. "It's silver."
Anna took the twig in both hands. "Where did you find it?"
"In the woods." Kate was vague. It was her treasure and it wouldn't be special if everyone had one. She rummaged through shells, pebbles, and a feather looking for her favourites.
"This one's a real diamond." She held up a jewelled ring, its clear stone the size of her thumbnail. "I got it in a cracker last Christmas."
Anna swapped the birch twig for the ring, which she slid onto her finger. "Can I keep it?"
"No." Kate reached for it and after a small hesitation Anna handed it back.
"Oh, and there's this." Kate drew out a ring of some dirty brown metal, engraved with two joined hands.
Anna glanced at it without interest.
"I found it when Daddy was doing his digging in some old ruins. He said, 'Don't touch anything,' so you mustn't tell. I know it's not really treasure," Kate said, "but I kind of like it."