Babushka…Friday Fictioneers.

Before Grandma’s body had even turned cold, the aunts, uncles, cousins, and even my own father were all out in the backyard digging, searching for Grandma’s buried treasure. A fanciful storyteller, all my life she’d spun wondrous tales of the Romanov’s and Russian royalty. Yet, that didn’t correlate with the woman working at the Hobart Jam Factory.  Of course, she was Russian. Her accent was straight out of a Bond movie, but Russian royalty? Then, the spade hit metal and Dad unearthed a metal box.  She might not have been Anastasia, but her grandfather had been her killer.


This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields. PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer. BTW Babushka means grandmother in Russian.

Best wishes,


16 thoughts on “Babushka…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. shivamt25

    Killer ending! I always thought when I die, my last words will be – “I have hidden a lot of money in….”. Won’t say where. 😅 It’ll be like a treasure hunt after that for my kids and grandkids.

  2. subroto

    Wonder what secrets they will uncover in the box. I knew someone whose Poppy left behind $100000 in coins stashed in various mattresses around the house 🙂 Took a while for the family to collect it all but they did it.

  3. Rowena Post author

    I had a cleaner and one of her other clients stashed all her money in paint tins and all sorts around the house. After she passed away, she told the family to check everything when they cleared out the house. You hope to hope there aren’t too many people like your friend’s Poppy out there. I don’t like the thought of elderly people keeping so much money in the house.

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