Archive for January 30th, 2012
First up apologies for leaving it so long before bringing you this month’s ‘what if’ game. Due to a mega-busy blogging schedule I didn’t think I’d have time, and I (if I’m honest) even considered axing them due to time constraints. But then I received a comment a week or so ago on an earlier what-if game post that moved me, and then I received a blog award and my what-if game posts seemed to be what earned me the award … and so I’m now eating humble pie and delivering what I hould have already delivered.
So, that said, here we go …
Rules are simple: All you have to do is read the below scenario, then imagine it is YOURSELF in there and leave a comment detailing what YOU would do. Not written as a character. But written as yourself.
Here’s your scenario:
Mother said I should never open the box.
Okay, not strictly true.
Mother said I should never open the box … except in extreme circumstances.
I haven’t seen Mother for 15 days.
Not since those … creatures attacked the house. Not since she made me lock myself in the cellar … with the box … and told me not to come out.
Does this count as an extreme circumstance?
The growl of my stomach, the soreness of my lips, the dry desert, which used be my throat, refusing to allow more than one-syllable-sounds to escape … they all argue that if it isn’t an extreme circumstance already then it soon will be.
The surface of the box glides beneath my fingertips that have already gone numb. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need touch to know of the walnut veneer, the gold clasp shaped like a fist that’s afraid to lose hold, the amethyst-looking gemstones embedded into the outside edge of the lid—even in the pitch black, with only the luminous display of my watch as company, my memory won’t allow me to forget what it looks like.
I listen one more time. Just in case. But no noise greets me. Not even from beyond the house.
‘I’m sorry, Mother,’ I whisper inside my mind. ‘I have no choice.’
With fingers too shaky from lack of fuel to fully function, I locate the tiny metallic hand … and with one twist, the lid is released …
Annnnd, the floor is yours. What’s in the box? What happens next?
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