The Stone of Prosperity

Legend has it that there is a magical stone that can give the possessor unlimited wealth. Centuries ago the stone was owned by a cars salesman named Edward who came across the artefact while replacing a faulty gear box. Almost instantaneously he experienced wealth beyond imagination. Eddie’s Engines soon became the well known business Kwik Fit and he was so rich he bought a place in the Royal Family becoming Edward VIII. Unfortunately he lost the stone while using it as a substitute for a lost curling stone whilst playing the sport with his royal stewards. The stones whereabouts have been unknown ever since and the stone has become less then a myth.

Roy George had closed for lunch, he ran a museum in his own home. He lived in a cramped bungalow in the quiet town of Chichester. He collected precious artefacts from all over the world, his collection included that of the Urn of Youth and the Cup of Confusion, the truth was that none of these items held any power or magic whatsoever but Roy enjoyed retelling the stories of old to his attentive visitors. Roy had once been told the tale of a Stone that could turn rock in to diamond by his mate Debbie. But he dismissed the story as being pure nonsense. The fact of the matter was that Roy’s spark for history was fading fast and as he stood in his small yet adequate MFI kitchen making himself a salami baguette, he began to reminisce over the times when he fronted the famous sixties rock band Herman’s Hermits. Roy missed those days of sex, drugs and rock and roll and longed to become a rock legend one more time. He plays every Saturdays at his local pub The Baby’s Head, coincidentally this is where this particular story begins…

The Baby’s Head was a typical English pub; it had everything an average pub had. It had a one armed bandit; it had every flavoured pie imaginable and it was stocked to the rafters with beer. It was a Saturday and Roy had just finished his weekly gig, exhausted and disgustingly sweaty he strolled over to the bar slumping himself on to a stool and ordered a much needed pint. Hours passed as did Roy’s soberness, sometime throughout the night Roy was visited by a mysterious looking woman wearing a sparkly turquoise veil. She sat straight on her stool peering in to Roy’s wandering eyes. “You’re drunk” whispered the mysterious woman. “I know…sssssh!” Replied Roy.

The mysterious woman sighed but nevertheless began to speak. “I understand that you know of the Stone of Prosperity?” Roy lifted his head from the bar to look up at the mysterious woman “no, should I?” The mysterious woman let out another sigh “Yes you do Roy, I would know because I told you!” The mysterious woman pulled off her veil… “DEBBIE!” Roy screamed in surprise.

Roy stumbled in to his flat knocking the Pot of Poverty to the floor. He collapsed on to his bed falling asleep instantly. That night Debbie had explained to Roy that she’d been carrying out extensive research on Google Earth for many weeks previously and discovered the whereabouts of the Stone of Prosperity. The stone was situated on the Isle of Boyy just of Liverpool. As Roy had had a few, he had promised Debbie he would take the next ferry to the island to find the Stone. Roy had many questions swimming around his intoxicated head such as, does the stone really exist? What will he do once he finds it? And should he really have had that last pint?

Roy woke up with a banging head ache, after Roy’s hangover subsided he thought long and hard about the stones proposed powers, the very thought of the stone made him feel a million dollars.  Maybe the stone wasn’t a hoax; maybe the stone could really turn rock in to diamond. Roy had sweaty palms and he knew this only meant one thing, he was excited. With a deep breath Roy grabbed his suede coat and left his bungalow, possibly forever.