December’s Short Story: The Other Jewelry Box

In my bedroom, I continued my morning of packing. "I dreamed about moving boxes last night, honey." I called out, then coughed, and wiped the drops of sweat from under my bangs, between taping up the umpteenth brown, cardboard, square thing. The word, "box," had choked me. Out in the living room, an object dragged … Continue reading December’s Short Story: The Other Jewelry Box