The letter arrived without pomp or circumstance. It was tucked between the water bill and the gas bill, barely even noticeable as he threw the mail on the counter after a long day at work.
“I’ll pay it when I get paid,” He grumbled, wiping the exhaustion of work from his face as he contemplated which frozen meal to throw in the microwave for dinner. He grumbled as he looked into the empty freezer. “Guess I’m not eating tonight.”
He sighed and pulled out his phone. How could he have let himself get so behind? Everyone else seemed so happy and stable where they were. Why did he have to suffer so much and hate every aspect of his life?
Why can’t I be successful as all my friends? Why can’t I go on adventures and “find myself”?
Three days later, he returned to the pile of bills, and found the letter with the fanciest handwriting he had ever seen on the front. For a moment, he simply stared. Could it really be addressed to him, or was it simply a mistake?
For one more moment, he held it in his hands. He weighed it, both opening it and ignoring it flashed through his head.
It was probably something dumb like a collections bill hidden as a handwritten invitation.
Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him. He opened it expecting the worst.
Instead, something much more cryptic.
“Treasure Awaits.”
Even more cryptic than that, underneath were coordinates.