The Box

The Box was written for Friday Fictioneers. Many thanks to Rochelle!

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

The Box

Right about now Art would be opening the package. He’d know all the things she’d never been able to tell him, how much she cared, how much she loved. On cue, there was a knock at the door. Her stomach vaulted as she went to answer it, but Chrissy beat her there.

Art stared at Chrissy, hopefully. “I can’t believe it.”

“I thought it was time to tell you how I felt,” Chrissy said.

Leah gasped. “What? You’re joking, Chrissy.”

Art didn’t spare a glance for Leah. “It’s my dream.”

His dream shattered Leah’s.

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9 replies »

  1. Dear Sascha,

    Leah should’ve been clearer about who sent the package. But i wonder if it would’ve made a difference. Still, Chrissy’s not a nice person.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. Trippy story. Not sure if I’m reading this wrong but it felt to me like Chrissy is having a dream that becomes a nightmare. Maybe literally a dream – I hope so – and that she wakes up and everything is okay!

  3. Sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind and go for it. Maybe Art and Leah aren’t meant to be together. Maybe Art and Chrissy are…

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