The Man in the Box

There is a box within my brain where I store bad memories and forget about them. Only I have the key. The other night I opened the box to shove the reluctant cartel kicking and screaming into my stronghold. Unfortunately, a man, who will not be named here, but who has been locked in my box for many years or even decades, tiptoed past me as I was distracted and scurried down the corridors of my mind. I had to to chase him about for many hours before I was able to corner him and return him to the box. I really must be more careful when putting things away.

©2010 frayedges and


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