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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
The trunk was securely fastened with black-chains covered in thick, gunky looking globs of green algae.
At first, I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Usually, mysterious trunks don’t turn up on my doorstep every Thursday morning, but this one had been the third one this month.
I really didn’t know what to make of it.
There were five locks in various places, holding the trunk closed and
the chains together. I wondered what on earth could any living being
wish to keep inside a trunk that had a mouth.
It had a mouth, you see, because the teeth carved in front would
screech, every time I lugged it through the entryway and down to the
basement.
As I recall, it was the third one this month. I still didn’t know what to do with it.
(c) Sara Harricharan
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