Joe sat there, looking, no, glaring at the box, his eyes boring into the side of the box. He just, sat there. He was in such deep thought, the only part of him that moved was his eyelids when he wanted to blink. He didn't know what to do with the box. He really, truly, didn't know. To take his mind off things, he grabbed a pack of paper, ripped it open, and started making origami. After a short amount of time he had crafted a mini origami swan. Memories flashed in his head, the times he had been at the tiny mill pond where Tristi and him had their first kiss. The sunset reflection on the water, along with a large, majestic swan. The swan looked as though he didn't have a care in the world. Just floating there. Now that vision of that swan was replaced by a tiny swan made out of white, blank paper. That tiny swan seemed so...minuscule compared to that moment. But that doesn't mean he couldn't recreate it. So he rose very slowly, his back very sore, walked over to the water, and placed the tiny swan on top of the water. He sat on the shoreline, and watched as the little thing floated away, being swept by the constant movement of the waves. And while he sat there, watching it, he just wished he could float away, just like that little swan, and float his way back to Tristi, and that mill pond.
Live Long and prosper!
CITEȘTI
Paper Box
AdventureAhhhh! One nice vacation on my own island. Couldn't be more happy. Until...it happens. And there's only one thing that can save me: a large box of paper.
