As May draws to a close, so does The Blue Dragon. Life is uneventful and that’s a good thing.
Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. I hope you and your loved ones are still safe. This week, our word prompt is GREAT.
Beef got up and jumped off the bed, revealing the paper he’d been sitting on. Sam reached for it, not sure which drawer it had come from, and turned it over. It was a newspaper clipping pasted to a sheet of paper. Someone had written December 1983 under it. In it, four older women stood in front of the walls of the Forbidden City, the Chinese imperial palace in Beijing.
“I don’t know who these people are, but this is definitely Aunt Esther. This must’ve been taken just after China reopened its borders to tourism. I didn’t realize she’d traveled at all after her heart attack thirty years ago, which would’ve been in 1976. But look at the pin on her jacket.”
Phil picked up the picture. “It’s shaped like a dragon. Do you think that’s what we’re searching for?”
“I don’t know.” she exhaled heavily. “It’s not a good copy and it isn’t in color, so I can’t tell if those stones are blue, but it’s the only dragon we’ve seen so far.”
“Finding a piece of jewelry that size is really going to be looking for a needle in a haystack. You packed up her clothes in here. Was there any jewelry?”
“On the clothes, no, and I did search all the pockets so I looked carefully. I did find some in the second drawer, but no dragon. If she had anything of value, like the money we keep finding, it could be anywhere. I found a hundred dollars in the first drawer, thirty-seven in the second, and another thirty in this one, along with that thing.” She pointed at the complete skins of six minks, attached head to tail to form a circle. Beef was sniffing at it, hitting it with his paw now and then as if he wanted to play. “It scared the daylights out of me. Not sure I could ever have hung dead animals around my neck, but—”
The rumble of the snowplow interrupted her.
“That should be Lou. Why don’t you finish in here, and then we’ll head into town? We can get lunch and then do what needs to be done. Tacos or burgers?”
“Burgers all the way, with onion rings and a vanilla shake.”
He closed his eyes in appreciation. “Great! You do realize this is a match made in heaven, don’t you?”
Sam laughed. “Fast food heaven, maybe.”
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