Flash Fiction 55 +


The box under the tree was bigger than she expected – but what had she expected? She didn’t really know. She picked it up – it was light – and shook it gently. Nothing rattled.

“Open it.” He smiled at her.

Her fingers trembled as she untied the silk ribbon and carefully tore away the paper. She hesitated before lifting the cover. What would be inside?

Words!! Hundreds of them, thousands of them, came tumbling out of the box as she opened it. They sailed through the air, landing in her hair, her mouth, on her breasts. Words shimmered in the tree, in her mind’s-eye, in her heart.

“Oh,” she breathed in slowly. “They’re beautiful!”


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