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