the gift (1.2) – 150

the tiny box plopped into her lap from over her shoulder, dislodging the book which had fallen closed. the box was no bigger than her palm, wrapped in several rough layers of white paper, and it barely made a sound when she shook it. this was unusual - normally the gifts she received were opulent,… Continue reading the gift (1.2) – 150

Third Time Lucky

Ernie straightened his spine, standing tall over the worktable after two solid hours leaning over. His back hurt, a dull ache from staying still so long, and his eyes were bleary.  The little block of wood beside the knife and chisel appeared to be more of a mangled wreck, looking for all the world as if… Continue reading Third Time Lucky