Each week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts a flash fiction challenge, accompanied by an always-wonderful blog post wrapped around nature and the world she moves through and a cue for the week. The March 2 challenge was to include slag in a story of 99 words (no more, no less).
(I am awarding myself bonus points for staying away from the British definition of slag.)
Oh, thank God you found it. ” Jane’s hands shake as she fumbles with the clasp. A stroke of good luck, that she lost it at work.
“Yeah, so, ” the cleaning woman says. “It was under the sink.”
“Look.” Jane holds out the pendant, an iridescent greenish-goldish-brownish cabochon glowing as if from within. “Slag glass, it’s called. We found a bunch in a ghost town that had burned. My grandpa made jewelry out of it. He made this.”
The cleaning woman sniffs. “Doesn’t look like so much to me. “
“Yeah, you’d probably rather have diamonds, like everybody else,”Jane snaps.
Fun flashes from other writers are at the link above. Enjoy!
99 Monkeys 
A lovely interpretation of the prompt, Deborah, and bonus comments indeed for staying away from what I couldn’t!
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Aw, thanks. ..but I’m glad you went there.
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Bonus points indeed, yet the term came to mind as I considered the cleaning lady…! Some things are indeed more precious than diamonds, and I’m also thinking about the real treasures you found with your Grandfather.
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So many treasures, and he was a treasure, too.
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