Buried Treasure


Alicia leaned on the fence while she watched Farmer John dig a hole in his garden.

“That’s an awfully deep hole. Are you planting a tree? Maybe starting an orchard?” She thought that would be nice.

“Nope.”

“What then? Looking for buried treasure?” She grinned at her little joke.

“Yep.”

“Really?” She stepped on the lower rail to get a better look. “Gold doubloons? How did you know it was there?”

“Time capsule.” He picked up a box and dropped it in.

So he’d been planting something all along. No matter how she asked, he wouldn’t tell her what was inside.

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The Story of Arthur Truluv by Elizabeth Berg

“you don’t look eighteen,” he tells her.

“I know. When i was born, i looked young for my age.”

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Suzie’s House 533 : Kidnapped or Something

“You’re back!” Ben looked so relived and grateful that Vin wasn’t sure what to do with himself as he lead the rest in through the kitchen door. “I was afraid you got kidnapped or something.”

“I…” Vin suppressed a chuckle. When he thought about it, wasn’t that exactly what had happened? He’d been kidnapped by a serial killer. Sheer luck let him escape. But it wasn’t like he should explain all that to a teenage boy.

“Ben! I’m so proud of you!” Suzie saved Vin from having to come put with an answer with her effusive praise. “You remembered to put the groceries away. Thank you.” She gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead.

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Icelandic Bands

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We stopped in a town where Of Monsters and Men, among other bands, were known to practice. It got me thinking about Icelandic music. So I looked up some popular bands.

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The Argument

“I don’t want it,” Daughter said. She tried to hand back a cut-glass candy dish that used to be her great grandmothers.

“Just take it. It’s much better than anything else you have.” Mother looked around the humble apartment with disdain.

“I don’t want anything from you. You were never there when I needed you. Now you want to make me drop out of college and take over your store. Get out!”

Mother slammed the door. Daughter threw the dish. It shattered.

“Huh.” Daughter picked up the pieces. “It doesn’t look any different.”

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Suzie’s House 532: Ice Cream

“Oh no! I forgot!” Ben jumped up, knocking over a bowl full of potato chips.

“Watch it!” Tracy put an arm across her face to fend off the flying crunchies.

“Cut it out.” Gene’s voice was a low grumble and he put an arm around Tracy all protective and everything.

Emma just watched from her little corner of the den. She wasn’t in the mood to be in the middle of everything right then.

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Island Day 7

Though we were out and about for most of the day, we had far less on the itinerary than Day 6. Most of the day went to whale watching. Some people went to a small botanical garden. I glanced at it as we drove past and decided I’d rather kick my feet up. We had a few hours to ourselves, then met up for the lecture at the University of Akureyri. I tried my best to get pictures of the street lights around town. As a writer of Romance novels, I couldn’t resist. Apparently they all went to hearts overnight. A women’s group took responsibility for the change. I’m guessing cut out stickers? They only show when you are supposed to stop. This was as far north as we got. The next day we flew across the island to the southern shore called The Golden Circle by travel agencies.

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Country Folk

Ted was two thirds the way in to town when he ran into Sally.

“Nice shoes,” she called from the fence.

“Oh. These?” He glanced down at his Doc Martins with duct tape wrapped around the toes. “They’re just….”

“No need to explain. I live far enough out of town to have to jury rig stuff too. Let me know if you need more tape to hold them together.” With a smile and a wave she headed into her field.

Ted reconsidered his shoes. He’d been about to say it was just for looks.

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American Sniper by Chris Kyle

“It was my duty to shoot, and I don’t regret it. The woman was already dead. I was just making sure she didn’t take any marines with her.”

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Suzie’s House 531 : Ride

“Vin!” Miranda threw open the car door and jumped out, almost falling off her wicked heels before he caught her and pulled her close. Her soft curves settled nerves he hadn’t realized were raw.

“Thank G*d! Vin. Are you sure you’re alright?” She ran her hands over him, then checked her palms as if to find damage that way. When nothing turned up, she stepped back to arms length and gave him a visual check.

Vin felt a chuckle rumble low in his chest. Considering what could have happened, he’d come out smelling like a rose. It amaze him even more than it must amaze his friends and true love.

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Exhausted

Sorry. It’s been a really long work week and I have a sore throat. I’m just not up to cranking out the next Suzie’s House right now. I’ll have it up next Monday.

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Suzie’s House 530 : Hitchhiker

“We’re wasting time.” Miranda had already said the same thing a dozen times in the last half hour.

Frankly, Suzie was getting fed up with it even as she understood Miranda’s feelings. Being patient when the man you loved put his life on the line was torture. Try doing it for over a year, Miranda, Suzie thought to herself.

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University of Akureyri

After a day whale watching we went to the University of Akureyri to attend a lecture on fishing.

The university had over 2,000 students, but most of them attend classes through the internet. They come to class to attend exams. They live all over the country. For classes that require labs, they will come to the school and attend all of a semester’s worth in a few days. This way they can work in their home town as well as attend school.

There are two schools in Rekjavik, but only the one in Akureyri offers fishery science. Our lecturer came from Rekjavik but moved to study fishery science.

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Lookout

Sally and Alicia went hiking in the hills even though Alicia really wanted to go shopping in the city. Only neither one of them had money and hiking is free.

“Why do you like it so much here, Sally? It’s so dry!” Alicia eyed a dead tree.

“What are you talking about? It’s not like there’s nothing but dirt. Look at all this green!” Sally walked right past the tree without even glancing at it. “Hey, come look out from this cliff. It’s gorgeous.”

Sally was right. From far enough away it looked green.

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Do or Die by Suzanne Brockmann

 

 

“Airbags should’ve gone off,” Martell mused. “With little bursts of confetti and horns, and signs saying Congratulations, you’ve totaled your vehicle.”

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