The Box

It was a dark and stormy night, just as all stories go. I had just finished watching a movie with my father... I leaned back in my seat, satisfied with my procrastination for the day. He got up up with a mischievous glint in his eyes but I simply shrugged it off. I followed him into the kitchen but stopped. Right there on the kitchen countertop was a strange brown box.

Of course, I asked him what was in it. "Its a rat" he responded rather simply. A rat? Ha! In what world? I knew that he would never do something like that...yet I played along. "Really? Then open it!" I responded with curiosity. If it was in fact a rat, I'd be ready. I quickly sat at the table in suspense. I looked to my mother who happened to also be there.

"Mom, what's in the box?" She didn't respond. What was going on? He slowly opened the box....With disgust, he looked in it and quietly said how ugly it was.

Then, his movements were quick. Possibly quicker than the Flash himself. He threw whatever was in this mysterious box at ME. Time slowed down and I saw my life flash before my eyes. Had this madman thrown a living thing at me? I shielded my head with my arms and braced for impact. As my blood curdling screams echoed through out the house, it became clear to me what was in the box........

A shoe.