...as she stepped inside the old,
torn cabin;
Her first glimpse astonished her.
Gold surrounded the adobe, in pounds.
As if, an alchemist had hid there for decades,
and had suddenly fled..
She wondered,
Why it must have been, that such a person would choose to flee, a place oozing in riches..
In the middle of the room, in a golden round table laid a crippled note that read:
Gold, does not transform to love.



Malik I. Lopez
Chief Operating Officer
[Excerpt from Novel in Progress: Bridges to the Infinite]
MALIK ENTERPRISES, INC
2017