Friday, June 5, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

Genny thought she heard something. It was probably nothing, but she needed to be sure. She stuck her head out of the cracked door and found the vast hallway to be empty on both ends. She tiptoed to the railing and looked below at the pulsing red light from the security system. Everything was fine.
She made her way downstairs and opened the office door. Genny knew she was alone, but she still felt the need for secrecy. She closed the door behind her and made her way over to the desk and clicked on the desk lamp. The office held so many memories for her. The smell always made her feel safe; made her feel like her husband was still sitting in his chair. That’s why she chose to lock the box away in the safe. Something told her Donald would keep it safe from the grubby paws of Donnie and Gracie.
She removed the key from her pocket and opened the ancient safe. The box still sat where she’d left it. Morning couldn’t come soon enough for her. She’d already contacted the company, and because she had always been a preferred customer, they would have a duplicate key delivered to her by mid-afternoon. She just had no idea that when she turned on the light, she offered the box on a silver platter.
“Thanks Gen.”

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