The Treasure

The boy casually waked along the flawless, sandy beach. As he strolled, he observed the bright sun and cloudless sky above.The sun beamed onto the water, casting a sparkling shimmer, glinting as the rough sea moved in rythmic motions with the tide. Suddenly his eyes were drawn like a magnet to a shiny object in the sand. Eagerly, he approached the object and stared in awe at a box...  

Mrs Paton wrote this and I will be continuing it.

The boy kneeled down in the sand and looked at the meduim sized, rectangular, silver box. It was glittery with metal hinges and a silver, metal lock. It was very glimmery, it was beautiful. It had a flowery design on it. A sudden wind flew by and a smell of dead flowers and perfume came from the box. He lifted the box up to his  nose and took a little whiff. It smelt like strong perfume and dead flowers. It smelt quite sweet, but very old, it smelt like a sweet, rasberry sweetie. He picked it up and it felt wet and slimey.The metal felt very cold. He dropped it but it never broke or dented,it was a very tough box. He picked it up again but the sharp edges dented the his hand.

He opened the small lock. He slowly lifted up the lid of the box. In it lay a very, very old bunch of roses, a small picture, some jewellery and some make - up. There was also a small photograph and a letter ............ !

I've sketched the items here - just press play!