It had been long search, but the first time Olive came here she knew it was special. She would return. The box of a burnt wood colour was set into the wall centered in a carved tree trunk like it was the heart of life for the branches it sprouted. A voice spoke telling her that it held the key to save them when they needed it most.
Today as we approached the box began to emit a soft green shade. Olivia reached her hands forward and stroked the bark like surface, a small creaking sound followed. The box dislodged.
By Shari Marshall – April 19, 2018
Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #61.