TITLE: To Fill My Pot With Gold
GENRE: Upper Middle Grade Fantasy
Mortimer sat in his easy chair for the last time. Everything important to him was slipping away like the smoke that disappeared up the chimney. His gaze ran across the fireplace mantle. He followed the curves of grain in the oak and the details in the intricate carvings. The fireplace and easy chair were two of the things about the cottage he first fell in love with. Never again would he be able to curl up in this chair in front of the fire with his poetry while the rain fell outside.
Despite the flames, he felt cold when he looked down into his small bag at the few possessions Sebastian would allow him to take. There wasn’t much in there, just his notebook, a few quills and a pot of ink. He wanted to make sure he could write his poetry when the mood struck, even though he didn't expect it would strike any time soon.
His empty pot was in the bag as well. No one would object to him taking that, Sebastian took the gold from it decades ago. He shook his head as he looked at it. A leprechaun with an empty pot was an embarrassment.
He walked out of the parlor and put his hand on the maple molding that went around the doorway and felt its warmth. He looked into the kitchen and saw the breakfast dishes sitting and the sink and shrugged.
“Sebastian can take care of those.” Mortimer said aloud to the empty room.