Chapter Two – Little Brown Box

Before now, Brandi hadn’t taken the time to examine the box, because a cold wind was biting at her fingers. It also sent her hair flying to-and-fro. Pulling her jacket tighter around her broad shoulders, she made her way home by cutting through the park. At an intersection, she darted around the corner and bypassed the new Chinese restaurant that was owned by Mr. Chen. A stocky man who looked nothing like her austere grandfather. Brandi was comforted at least by the free fortune cookies that he would offer her, whenever she went over. She also reflected on other things, like life, at night when the restaurant’s neon sign and enormous dragons, blazed through her window.

More to come on Friday

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