The ramshackle gate creeks open, lisping to the side with a rusty groan. You jump back, heart beating rapidly, sweat running down your spine like a ice cold finger. Soft voices glide through the open gateway, promising grand adventures undertoned with dark desires. Your companion turns to you, “Will you come with me?” He asks, grabbing your hand, allowing his plea to soften his sharp handsome face, “Please?”
How can you say no to him? He saved your life, he wants YOU to go with HIM.
Piercing, pleading blue.
Without making a conscious decision, you squeeze his hand and say,
“Lead the way.”
Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler.
Photo Manipulation by Jasmin Junger
Lesha had to know. She saw her mother sneaking in a small box, instantly igniting her curiosity.
“Mum, what is that?”
Mum turned white, looking scared “Dear, that box is none of your business, understood? You’ll get no books or dessert for a month if I catch you near it. Promise me you’ll stay away.”
Lesha sighed, “Ok, I promise.”
Lesha was true to her word. For a week. She couldn’t control herself, she HAD to open that box. She waited til Mum went to work and Nurse fell asleep, and she snuck into the back closet, and pulled out the infamous box. It was surprisingly heavy, like it was packed full of bricks. She lugged it to her room, locking the door behind her.
Finally she could find out what is in the box! Her birthday present? All of Mum’s secrets from when she was a little girl? Candy? Candy would be nice, she thought as she spliced through the tape. She pried through the last strip, and flipped open the box.
–Words Tiff the Traveler,
–Art: Out Comes the Night by Ly Lou