Isabelle eyed the two black boxes on the kitchen table.
‘Do I have to?’
‘Yes,’ said her mother, spine poker straight in her chair. ‘Pick a box or choose the door, the choice is yours.’
The memory of her brother’s body inches from the front door rose in Isabelle’s memory.
‘Left,’ she whispered and closed her eyes while her mother opened it.
Mysterious!
Thanks Dale.
so mysterious i don’t quite get it. i’m not very good at these, i think… how big are the boxes? 🤔
cheers
I’ll admit it’s quite vague. I’ll work on that.
o-er………….. nasty momma!
An intriguing tale indeed!
Here’s my story.
Wonderfully innocent and amusing story Keith. A little unfair that he was threatened with detention even though he attempted to write a story.
It was bit. Better luck second time! Thanks for your kind words Carol