Welcome back to the addictive fun of Friday Fictioneers! You know the best fiction can be found right here. Led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, we take the photo and weave our magic with prose and poetry to entertain you. Dawn M. Miller has the honor of providing the visual prompt for us this week. All around the world writers eagerly await their weekly tonic.Rochelle is the source of the photo for inspiration this week.
(Genre:Fiction) (100 words)
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Dewey’s eyes brightened when he saw the collection of lamps on the yard sale table at Mrs. Perkin’s house. He began to rub on each lamp, anticipating some response.
“Uh son, those aren’t magical you know,” old man Perkins said from his rocking chair.
“Yessir! Dewey nodded, but kept rubbing each one in turn.
“Always was somethin’ odd ‘bout that ‘un,” Perkins mumbled.
Dewey continued until one finally felt right.
“This one!” he announced.
“Two bucks.”
Dewey waited until he was out of sight before he retrieved the map his bank robber uncle hid in the lamp two decades before.
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Joe's Musings 
Ooooo….hidden treasure map; love it!