Write One Page Per Day – 239/365 – August 27, 2018

 

Found & Lost


“I don’t know how much longer I can handle this, Sis,” Liam said covering his nose to stop a sneeze. “I can’t stand the smell of mothballs, and this dust is driving me nuts. It’s hot and humid up here.”

“Alright, we don’t have to sort through all of it today. Just find a few boxes and set them by the ladder, we’ll carry them down and go through them,” Alex replied, feeling the same tickle in the back of her throat.

She put the cover back on the box of clothes she was going through and lugged another over to the ladder as Liam slid a stack of three and began his descent.

“Hand them to me will you?” he asked.

“Can you handle it on that ladder?”

“Yeah, I can handle a zombie, I can handle a few boxes,” he joked.

Alex knelt on the plywood and began handing them to him, pausing after the second when it looked as though he may lose his balance.

“Why’d you stop?” he asked when he caught his balance.

“Can you handle another?”

“Yeah, put it on there, I’ll be fine.”

Alex lifted the third one and realized a moment too late that the cardboard wasn’t sturdy enough to hold the weight. It tore and sent the box tumbling on top of her brother, who lost both boxes he was carrying and continued on its way to the floor below.

“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Alex blurted.

“I’m fine,” Liam said, lowering himself from the ladder to the floor, “I’m not so sure about the boxes though.”

Alex went down and began helping him pick up everything that had strewn across the floor. The box that had torn sat mostly intact on top of the pile.

“What was in this thing?” she asked as she pulled the cover off.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw an Onix figure nestled in a box of papers. She reached in and lifted the statue, it seemed too heavy to be only made of stone.

“Look at this,” Alex said as she turned the figure over and her eyes locked with the carved eyes on the face.

“No!” Liam shouted.

Alex’s world seemed to turn to ash as it swirled around her. The colors washed out of everything around her and sucked into the eyes of the statue, pulling her along with it. She tried to scream, but the air caught in her throat as she plummeted into the dark.

 

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