In response to today’s prompt: Open, featuring one of my favorite myths.
After the box was opened, famine ate away at the wood and starved the dark stain finish. The weather eroded the promise of temptation the timber captured. Men grew tempers, and women grew malicious.
After the box was opened, the god marveled at what he had created; he saw that it was bad. He let the wood rot away. He would rot the world.
But after the box was opened, all the wrong things could not overshadow the hope that remained. An open box released the horrors of thinking positively.
Open-mindedness, opened arms, opened heart, opened ears – these are all the best traits the worst opened thing enclosed.