* The BOX *

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written by the BOX :)

Submitted: January 05, 2010

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Submitted: January 05, 2010

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Prologue
“Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve.”
~ Dr. Napoleon Hill
 
The BOX
He placed me on the table.
 
It was intricate wrought-iron, exposed in the frost-bitten garden of winter. He sat down into one of the chairs surrounding the table. His fists were clenched.
It was then, as he was staring, that I noticed a woman sitting opposite him. Her eyes were filled with love and twinkled with care, something that was lacked in his steady gaze. There, I could only sense vague fondness.
Though, it was difficult to find any other emotions after he spoke. I was blinded by the tension and pain. She started to sob.
It was strange after that, because I expected him to comfort the weeping woman that obviously cared for him, but he just walked away.
She sat there for a long while. Her face paled and her lips turned purple. She was shivering uncontrollably by the time her two young daughters came out to find her. She cringed at the sight of the vulnerable, innocent faces; their wide, gleaming eyes.
She wrapped them in her shawl, picked me up cautiously and trod carefully across the crisp grass into the house. She walked through the warm front rooms and into a dark room.
 
She placed me on a shelf.
 
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I was filled with beautiful memories – a wedding under the summer sun, a bouquet of blossoms, a blessing, a baby in spring, cherub cheeks, singing softly, a job opportunity and, in the distance, a new home.
She was packing boxes when I caught her eye – a single sparkle. Her hands reached out and her fingertips brushed the colours. I was laughing with her lifted soul in pleasure and dancing as though I was a butterfly in the breeze. Her face lit and her expression delightful. I felt something. Perhaps it was everything.
 
Epilogue
Her heartbeat was steady. One-two–three. I felt it all. I-M-A-G-I-N-A-T-I-O-N.


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