Ten Minute Exercise - July 1, 2022

THE BOX 

As a visual reference, select a box that has dimensions under 30c x 30cm.  Tape the box closed. Write a story or poem based on what is inside the box.

My father was not a rich man and, when he died, I didn't expect my inheritance would be large.  I inherited, in fact, his gold Omega watch, given to him in recognition of 25 years with the same company, and a wooden box, about 30cm by 30cm, sealed all around with strong tape.

Attached to the box was an envelope addressed to me.  I opened the envelope and read the message it contained.

'Dear son,

In this box is the mummified head of your Great, Great Uncle Pierre who came to grief during the French Revolution.  I inherited it from my father and have kept it with me all these years.

I don't know what you will do with it but I always said to you that, if you work hard, you will get ahead, so you might like to think of it as a reward.

Your loving father.'


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