The treasure hunter...
A boy, five years, goes into a field in the small English town of Bladon to hunt for treasure. A favorite activity of the boy, he finds, beauty in broken bits of clay pottery as he rummages through the immense dirt with the crazy-next-door-neighbor-artist. He finds, one day, something encrusted in a clump of dried clay dirt. He washes all the dirt away under the running tap and slowly uncovers a porcelain doll. It's whole. It's beautiful. Beautiful treasure.
Fast forward seventeen years. A girl, twenty-one, finds the doll in a spare room and loves it. The boy, twenty-two, tells her of his treasure, tells her of the dirt and the garden and the broken pottery. Tells her of the running tap. Boy, twenty-two, gives the girl the doll on Christmas night.
"I finally have a beautiful woman to give her to."
My most treasured gift from a treasure hunter, a five-year old heart.
Fast forward seventeen years. A girl, twenty-one, finds the doll in a spare room and loves it. The boy, twenty-two, tells her of his treasure, tells her of the dirt and the garden and the broken pottery. Tells her of the running tap. Boy, twenty-two, gives the girl the doll on Christmas night.
"I finally have a beautiful woman to give her to."
My most treasured gift from a treasure hunter, a five-year old heart.