The box landed with a thud. Its contents spilled out.
I looked up at Alex who was standing firm, yet trembling. He pointed at the box. Soundlessly, his mouth opened. I dropped the knife in the mustard jar. I picked a receipt for the Airport Inn off a slice of bread.
I looked up at him without looking into his eyes.
“You found it.”
“Why – Rae – why?” his lips began to tremble.
I put my hands up in front of my chest.
“Don’t,” he shook his head and looked straight int0 me.
word count: 96
Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who challenges us to think outside the box and write a story of 100 WORDS OR LESS from the given photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt provided by ceayr