Box part 6
Hours went by. The room got dark. Still no one came for the box. She worried that she had missed the owner, during her brief excursion. Surely though the owner would have left her a message to say they had called. She looked down at the box. It was silent. She put it on the floor, she felt safe in the room again. She waited. The night passed and it was day again. The waiting continued. She heard a...
Box part 5
“Hello, daddy,” the little girl said, as they approached the figure. The little girl gave a wave and the figure waved back. “Hello sweetheart,” the figure replied. “Who have you brought to meet me?” “This is a lady I met in the dining room.” The figure stood up as they got close. He was a tall man with broad shoulders. He stood with his hands in his pockets, and as the little girl reached him, he...
Box part 4
She followed the little girl out of the room, further away from where she started. She hoped the rightful owner of the box would know how to find her. She didn’t want to go back to the room, with the vile little man in it. She thought that the other man she had seen earlier could be the little girl’s father. She wouldn’t mind meeting him again. The next room they entered was a...
Box part 3
She turned and fled he room, shutting the door behind her. She looked at the box. She hadn’t really done that since she had acquired it eight days ago. It was wooden, and about the size of a shoe box. It had a lid with a hinge, which was shut. She didn’t try to open it, the contents weren’t for her. The wood was varnished, and looked very old, as if the box had been around for a...
Box part 2
“Who are you?” she asked. “I’m here for the box,” he said. This was another man. A lot sorter than the last, and quite rotund. “I’ve come for it,” he confirmed. “How did you get in here?” her mind awash with panic. “The box isn’t for you!” she blurted out. “I’ve always been here,” he said coolly. “It’s my box.” She had calmed down some what. “No,” she said decisively....
Box part 1
Really weird noises were coming from the box. She looked down and hoped it would stop. A hundred hours and a hundred faces They had accomplished a lot. Of course this was only the beginning, but at least her part was over. It’s amazing what you can do with a little motivation. Several days went by as she sat with the box. The noises had ceased, which was comforting, but she felt uneasy...