Written for the following prompt:
Hey you, come here. I’m going to make a confession, its private, personal, confidential, but I’m sharing it with you.
Why? Well because it’s a variation to my day.
So, in the backyard I’ve buried a bag, containing my bank card and pin number.
When I die if you find it you can have it.
Ok, I’m five, you can think of it as the long plan.