Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Box

This is for Sonya’s three line photo prompt

Photo ©Grant McCurdy via Unsplash


The alien observer picked up the strange box-like object that sat alone on the edge of the melted asphalt, steaming in the crazy winds that blew from the unchained ocean, wondering if it could be some primitive explosive device, but a quick reading revealed complete inertia, so she shook it.

Peering through the glass window, she saw bright images of smiling faces and leaping playful animals that chased and danced as laughter and happiness poured into her hands.

Recognizing them as memories, she replaced them reverently in the little box and cast it adrift on the last tide of the dead world.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Box”

  1. Ah, how poignant, that the alien doesn’t want to intrude on the memories of someone from this dead world. Although I have to admit, even if I thought they were memories (rather than, say, photos), I would still be deadly curious about studying these alien earthlings.

      1. But on the other hand, we are curious and social and want to know about people who are different from ourselves; I can’t help but think of that as a good thing. 🙂

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