Daily Flash Fiction

The humid air of the Philippine jungle clung to Gervand's skin like an invisible cloak. He crouched low, the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves filling his nostrils. It had been years since he'd felt this thrill, this primal connection to the forest.

"Gervand!" A voice broke the silence, young and laced with playful impatience. Annie, his niece, appeared through a break in the ferns, her dark eyes flashing with excitement.

"You found something?" he asked.

"Maybe!" She held out a cupped hand. Its contents looked like a small, mottled brown stone. "Is it treasure?"

Gervand chuckled. "Not quite, Annie. But just as interesting. It's a mushroom."

"A mushroom?" Her voice held a note of disappointment. "But I wanted rubies."

He gently took the mushroom, turning it in his fingers. "There's more treasure here than just jewels, Annie. This forest, it's full of life. Every plant and creature tells a story."

"Like this mushroom?"

"Yes. It might not be pretty, but it's helping break down old leaves, making the soil richer for new plants to grow."

Annie stared at the forest floor. "So, it's magic?"

"In a way," Gervand said. "Come, let's get back to your mother. She makes a wonderful tea that might be even more magical than any mushroom or jewelry."

As they walked, Annie bounced beside him. "Can you tell me more stories, Uncle? About the creatures here? I bet there are ones that can grant wishes!"

Gervand smiled. He may not have found any rubies, but the day was far from a disappointment. The true treasures of the forest weren't gems, but the spark of wonder in a young girl's eyes.