"Look, treasure!" he said, pointing to a golden helmet.
"Don't touch that," his companion said.
"It's held by a skeleton."
"A non-animated skeleton."
"Not the point," she said. "Give me a good reason not to believe it isn't either cursed or trapped."
"Maybe they're a helmet smith buried with their greatest creation?"
"Buried in the middle of a hallway, surrounded by reddish dust that's almost certainly centuries-old dried blood."
"Sure, it sounds bad when you put it that way."
And so it was that another pair of explorers failed to rediscover the smith's beloved golden helmet.
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A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.