There wasn't much in the hole.
It was just a bench, a table, a computer, and a wood scraper.
Not much.
Again came the clunking, and Emmy got a sense that what was in front of her wasn't all of it.
A good look around proved her right.
Off to the right was a box. A huge metal box.
This was getting weirder and weirder.
And she had no idea how much weirder and worse her story was about to get.
Emmy approached the box cautiously, not knowing what dangers lay inside.
Her breathing pace grew. Her palms got sweaty. What was behind the flap on the box?
She finally drew up enough courage.
Like ripping off a bandage. It could be bleeding and all swollen. Or it could be healed.
The flap came up.
And inside was the happy, evilly-smiling face of her father.
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The Word Sanctuary
Short StoryThe Word Sanctuary is a story about a motherless girl named Emmy and her story of finding how to believe in the good of the world.
