My older brother died in 2004. He and I - both Civil War buffs

Airport Security

As my brother lay dying, he handed me his precious civil war bullet.
He had pried it from deep in the trunk of a tree at Manassas.

As I boarded the plane returning home, a security search, and
I with inner panic, watched my prize examined, x-rayed and otherwise
violated by the modern world of which it had no part.

I let go my breath when it was at last, handed back to me ...
my brother's treasure, now mine

mifa
a short yet gripping narrative... and a real happy ending.

carol
really good wite

Weeping willow
That's the world we live in now,everything is to be analyzed. Crazy world now a days.Nice write,makes you think.