The Box

"What IS it? Who left it here? Is it dangerous? Did it fall from the sky?"

At the intersection of Main Street and GoogleEye a noisy mob had gathered. Just below the blinking traffic light, in the middle of the road, the center of attention was a small white box. The police were trying to control the crowd straining at the scene. Gawkers from all walks of life were pressing each other and shouting their questions.

Alongside a "high voltage" sign on a fence, a small, middle-aged woman in a barbed wire crown and military jumpsuit was praying. While the masses fought and cried and and flowed in waves of laughter, anger, tears and wonder at the mysterious box, she rose to her bare feet and walked calmly to the center of the intersection. A couple of men in black watched her light hearted steps but did not stop her. One paramedic on the side elbowed his partner in alert and nodded in direction of the strange woman.

The woman picked up the box in her small hands and the crowd suddenly fell silent. Only for a minute did that silence linger as her green eyes streamed over the faces of the masses. Then a few cameras clicked and caught the moment. "WHO IS SHE?" blurted one man in pilot uniform.

"My name is not more important than what your reactions will be when this box is opened," said the mysterious woman.

One police man approached her and said sternly, "Come with me, ma'm. You are causing quite a disturbance with that box." As she turned her face upward in love at the muscular authority, his face turned pale. "OH... BACKUP!!!" he cried, visibly shaken as he reached for his taser. "SHE HAS EYES WITH GUN SIGHT IRISES! "

The policeman's arm was suddenly grabbed by a man in black. With a somber but slight smile, he shook his head at the officer, restraining his hand. "Don't hurt her. She's ours. She has higher protection and she will not harm you."

The woman looked upon the crowd as students, friends, and family, and asked gently, "Who wants to know what is in this box?"

Several of the crowd walked away, muttering comments. "Nonsense", said the pilot, "It's just trash." An old tramp grumbled, "If it's not porn, I don't want it." An anxious, rich female shook her dangling diamonds and sighed, "Not now, I have to go throw a gold buffalo brick at my ex boyfriend." Still another said, "Satan calls me; I will follow him. Perhaps I will look at the news report later and find out what you're offering."

The woman grew sad at their statements. Still, she held forth the box to the onlookers who remained. "Once again: Who wants to know the contents, the secret, the purpose?"

"Is it a doughnet?" asked one Asian man with a dog which looked to be a hybrid of wolf and Shar Pei.

The woman sighed. "It could be a nice doughnut, to the ones who have a taste for such concoction." She lifted the lid slightly, temptingly.

To her disgust, the Asian's wild Shar Pei lunged at her, his claws scraping the box . A portion of it fell out and the dog carried it off to shake it across the grass like it was dead carrion. Scavengers came and joined in the feast.

The woman chased the animals briefly around a curb, but then decided to leave them to the other wolves. She knew they would be nipped and torn for what they vomited elsewhere.

"The contents in this box have not been depleted," she called to the audience. "The better portion remains to be shared. For the last time I ask: Who else will eat from this box? Who will see the treasure it holds and know its potential?"

She pointed to a symbol on the lid: a lightning pierced heart nestled in angel feathers.

One man in skeletal costume stepped from the crowd and extended a bony hand. "Could I please see?" he asked. "I am a teacher."

The odd woman opened the box and offered him a slip of rough angel wing. "Thank you", he said, adjusting his steampunk goggles as he glanced at the fragment. "Now I'd like to give something in return." He shoved a black ragged wing into the box. The woman's barbed wire crown flared again in disgust. She shook away what he had thrust into the box. "I can't make much good of that, sir," she said sadly as it landed on the pavement.

The skeleton frowned, lifting chin defiantly in pride. "I can't believe anything could be more powerful than my little demon's wing." he said. He disappeared into the crowd, chasing swirls of Superior cigar smoke of a small group of high hats.

One young man approached to stare at the box. "It doesn't look erotic." He pointed to the emblem. "Is it alien?"

"No, it's spiritual, but not alien." The woman gently opened the lid once again, showing the man inside. His face was bathed in light, but he could not absorb the power nor even the warmth. "It's cryptic," he grumbled. He turned away coldly, but his ice blue eyes sparkled at the woman as he looked back over his shoulder. "You're pretty. Come back when you've something hot to show us."

The woman groaned almost inaudibly. "Shall I never complete my mission successfully? Are there no creatures who will understand and make good use of the contents in this box?"

Two men in black strode to her side silently as the crowd shifted indecisively. The cloaked authorities stood by her side, each placing one arm around her back supportively. After a long pause, the right one said lowly, "Let's move on, Artina Heartflash. This seems to be a dead audience."

"Let's take this gift to Hungry Hearts of our brothers," said the one on her left, comfortingly.

The three proceeded to walk calmly down the road. Artina Heartflash felt warm wings sweep her backside, causing her to feet to skip momentarily. She poked the male on her left with a tickling finger. "Flashfire, there are still voyeurs watching," she giggled. "Save the playfulness for the cave."

You are now free to roam about your own paths.

You who have glimpsed the contents of The Box now have attachments which adjust to your own mindset and/or heart. If you choose to think like an evil, myopic moron, the attachments shall be distorted into a virus which inflames dendrites through out your nervous system and may possibly explode the connective tissue in your brain. Seek wisdom of a kind hearted friend to remove the attachment and fix your warped modes. Then you may proceed with investigation of The Box and its value, should you choose.

If you are a just a stroker seeking only physical gratification, why have you read thus far? No attachment shall hold. Please seek help of a proper nursemaid on webcam at various free porn sites. Hurry, lest your head explode with grotesque, frothy tadpoles which no amount of Kleenex. toilet paper, sanitary cloth or crying towel may clean up. Please warn the world first of the impending Tsunami Wave.

If you are one of the rare few who like to laugh heartily and appreciates amaranth and other fine flowers (even ones grown from feces or half warmed coffee grounds) then I wish you well with the petals, angel feathers and seeds you may find within The Box. Seek out signal carrier Heartflash and ask for more if you desire. There are no health risks, only benefits, to the strong, gentle heart and spirit of those who receive this gift of information with proper respect and love.

Copyright Artina Heartflash /D. Hendricks Jan.2012

Let all you do be done with love.

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