Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week.

“Is this what we’ve been searching for?” Charlie stopped suddenly at the edge of the water.

Pete reached his side shortly after, out of breath, almost doubled over with the effort of this up to now pointless hike. “Well I don’t know Chaz, feels like we’ve been on a wild goose chase so far. Bloody cryptic clues! Was always bad at these things at school as well. Why couldn’t they just write simple bloody directions? Give us a post code, you know, the satnav would have done the rest!”

“Shut your cake hole for a minute and look at this!”

Pete looked up and saw gently running water and a stone building of sorts, with two dark, dingy entrances.

“Look into my eyes, all set in stone
Upon which the green moss has grown
Step over the tears that appear to flow
And enter the cavern in which no one will go
Choose left or right, wrong or right
It’s up to you, success or plight…”

“Whaddya reckon, eh?” Charlie continued, “Four months we’ve been solving those damn riddles, getting closer and closer, and now I think we’ve gone and found the last place, you’re flaking out on me! Tell you what, if you can’t be arsed then get lost! I’ll go find the stash myself!”

“No, no, Chaz, now don’t be hasty! I wasn’t being negative at all… no, let’s go do this. Which one then eh, left or right?” Pete wasn’t relinquishing any claim to this treasure anytime soon!

They sploshed across the water and entered the cavern on the left. As their torch light faded into the darkness, the water flowed faster, as if the tears were rolling freshly, mourning another lost treasure hunter or two….