the amulet

This story is about a river borne of an amulet.

The smooth, round amulet came to pass in a curiously circular fashion. It was found in a dry river bed by a little boy who was looking to grow his collection of pretty pebbles.

When the little boy grew up a little, he became a young lad and before long, he grew tired of the pursuits of his boyhood. He now liked a pretty girl much more than he did his pretty pebbles, which lay half-forgotten inside a small wooden box buried under a heap of old toys in his bedroom.

Then one night, while he slept, the amulet flashed and within seconds, lit up the dark room like a brilliant sun. The lad awoke to the blinding light surrounding him.

The next morning, he swam ashore.