In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mystery Box.”
The camera closes in on a broken hearted man staring at the sole gift he has received. His face showcases surprise and a bit of joy. He wishes to approach the gift now, but, he stops before his hands reach the wrapping.
In his childhood, the first time he had received the gift it was a mistake. he had uncovered the filmsy covering to reveal worms underneath. Gifts thereafter had always been more and more lacklustre leaving behind nothing at all. He stopped to think if this would be the same.
Camera changes focus.
He walks up to the street lighting a half smoked cigarette. He speaks of things that he doesn’t understand in order to sound enlightened. And then he quits.
He is still reaching out, and the gift opens by itself
He cries as he realises what it is.
A friendship wrapped in cotton.
A kiss till he goes to sleep.
Silence surrounds the night as the man who talks at the night with a cigarette disappears.
I am me….