The Box
By LAW Fraser
The brown corrugated box sat in the corner of the room. The top caved in from sixteen years of storage in the damp basement with other boxes of similar nature stacked on top of it. What its contents are, we will discover when we open it. It might contain books on English history, mysteries, poetry or English comedy. Small snippets of poems torn or cut from magazines and newspapers are often found between pages of the books found within these boxes. Did their owner really love poetry this much?
This box has set in the same corner for days now, waiting to have its tattered flaps opened. It’s begging to be explored. The search of an unknown life whose story may be hidden between the pages of one of the many tomes packed inside. So many boxes placed in the basement for so many years. It is hard to open this last box, so beat up from being put on the bottom of the stack. But, I will have to open it eventually and add its history to the rest; that last bit of knowledge of a life well read.
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