will of the mill

The usual sun rose and the morning routine started for the town of Trezet .It was the baker’s coarse voice “I have a whole basket of bread .lalalalalalalalalaaaaa.” “Jolly Good.” says the woman is a pink dressing gown. Then comes another vendor yelling at the top of his voice named Mr. Crate but surprisingly because of his extra-ordinary gift of a loud voice he was called the micro human (microphone+human) selling dry fruits “O ye friends ,have some pistachios have almonds along have cashews ,walnut ,figs and pine nuts too”. The town buzzes with god knows who including the potter, the milkman, the shops open of the people the barbers place, the breakfast venue. Finishing with the loudest opera of Trezet, Here comes the quite but bright introvert Annie, Annie Mel she walks with clutching a book surely a fantasy fiction .She went to the public library .After the age of 18 the citizens of this provincial town had crummy thoughts about an adult reading but little did they know, that this separated mind was borrowing the most complex books with tampered covers of fairytales. She hurries back home greets her mother “Good Morning Mama, any exciting dream?” Her electric tone made her father jump from his bed. “Hello sweetheart, who woke me up?” her father groaned. “Papa how is it my fault that you woke from my attractive voice?” the charming girl added with a giggle, “Fine, I’m going back to sleep.”

The conversation between Annie and her father left her question unanswered. She went to her room and slammed the door; she took out the photograph she found under the loose tile of the church her family went every Sunday. It was a black and White picture. With a family of three ,there was a tall muscular man his mustache was neat ,his hair were in a military cut pure brown   , He had broad shoulders and was grinning like he was over the moon. Her wife was as tall as her husband except the moustache and broad shoulders she had nice biceps her hair were blonde and long ,their daughter was little and timid no taller than her parents’ waist se hair too were blonde and had a fair skin .   On the backside of the photograph in a tiny handwriting was written “My treasure is now donation forsake of my husband’s will, the gold you will find will be above the room of another happy family who work in a mill.” And without any doubt she knew why it was old and crumbly. As the church was quite old, but still it seemed uncanny that how can it be possible that the church isn’t even renovated after colored camera came into use. But still she tore her thoughts because after talking to her father the previous evening he told her that the church was the oldest in the state and the only church that was only renovated one after ten years after it had been built and that too happened before he, himself was born! Annie didn’t react but this thought has left her mind. She dashed to the staircase towards the attic .She slid the panel and entered the long -forgotten room. The dust was as grey as stormy clouds on the dead dull furniture .The broken cassettes and tapes made something flash through her mind .Maybe he grandparents and father were in the will of those people .She could just think of it, thanks to her mother who told her how surprised she was when they (Annie’s father and mother) decided to meet Annie’s dad’s parents and she when he stunned her by telling “My father is the owner of Meller.” Her mom also told her that they owned a mill or two and had lots of business as everyone in trezet, at that time trusted pops and took their farm produce of wheat to him for grinding it.”

Annie again paid a visit to her dad and confirmed “Dad, just tell me did grandpa and grandma have any wonderful friends who would give gold to them?” “Yes they were Mr. and Mrs. Amandi.But unfortunately Mr. Amandi died of cholera and left his money to an unknown person which surely wasn’t any member of the family. And his family showing respect to his decisions never touched or wanted the inheritance and is still independent. Some people even say that he must have left a clue or two, but no .Nobody could find it in my knowledge.” He answered calmly knowing that he would not be getting the long-cherished sleep he wanted. Annie asked something else “Fine, Does the appearance of the Amandis match this?” she asked pointing to faces of the family photo she just pulled out of her pocket. Her father scratched his goatee and tried to remember their appearances but his memory about them was gone as blank as A clouded moon but Then lightning struck his head and he remembered Amandis’ daughter Pulchra her blonde hair and fair skin her nickname was Snowqueen .He assures Annie that she got the right picture but “Where on earth did you find this?”he asks shocked and disbelievingly. “Calm dad stay cool I asked you about the church because of this picture .I found this under the loose tile.” His father exclaimed “Oh, so that was your explanation not very convincing but fine” “Here I complete your demand,”she flipped the photograph and read out the rhyming clue again  

“My treasure is now donation forsake of my husband’s will

the gold you will find will be above the room of another happy family who work in a mill.”

“You are a curious cat anne Well et us search the attic for that .Yeah ,I know what you are thinking ,this is an antique too!”his father chuckled and said simultaneously .After making the mostly so mournful Monday a treasur e hunt day they found 7 gold bars. They gifted it to the Amandi’s themselves as they deserved it .The story doesn’t stop here though as another mystery awaits Annie but this is enough for the “will of the mill”