hikaru-the-small

The Box a short story by Grace Lemieux Charlie Sanders, an average young man, strode down the dark street. His eyes flinched each time he passed under a streetlight, as if he was a vampire underneath the bright sun. He held an item in his hand. A certain thing that no one glancing out a nearby window would be able to tell what it was. A small box, the contents of which, were unknown to Charlie. He had been walking home from a friend's house. He and Alex had told their parents that they were going to out to study at a cafe downtown, where the only thing that they actually did was chug down about a pot of coffee, each. However, as they were