The Gold Bar
A Surreal Metaphorical Prose Piece (originally published on Facebook on Oct 22, 2026)
☘️Version 1: The Gold Bar’s for Smelling, Not Eating
The baby fell out of the hammock
while he was falling asleep.
No one lifted him.
He crawled back up from the ground.
Then he moved closer to his mother
and asked,
“Mom, I have a gold bar that I hid.
If I die, will anyone ever find it?”
His mother smiled and said,
“No one would bother.
The gold bar crawls on its own, just like you.”
☘️Version 2: Gold is Gold
The baby fell out of the hammock while he was falling asleep.
No one lifted him. He crawled back up from the ground.
He was used to the pain, so it didn’t bother him anymore.
Then he moved closer to his mother and asked,
“Mom, I have a gold bar. Why do I show it off every day, but no one looks at it? They only want to see it after I die?”
His mother stroked his head,
“No one cares about your gold bar. It is beautiful but strange, unlike the gold bar they already own.”
He frowned and scrunched up his face in disappointment.
“Oh, then I might as well throw it away.”
His mother said,
“Even if you throw it away, in reality, it will exist forever.”
Thank you for reading. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Y.A.