She’d heard it all a million times before.
“How’s ya box Pandora?”
“Woah, don’t open the box Pandora!”
She was a bit strange. It didn’t hurt her that people thought that way. Pandora Waghorn had lived in this small, end of the line town all her days. It was her father’s box. She’d loved her father dearly. He’d doted on his Pandora. She swore to him to keep it close.
Pandora slept soundly that night. The box was in its usual place by her bedside. He was in and gone in moments. Her snores went undisturbed. The bedside table was now empty.
I’ll see what’s in this friggin’ box. That Pandora. Stupid cow. Should be in a mental home. Right. Hmmm. Damn this is tight…..Ah, nearly there…Got it!…Wha…What the….!!
Pandora Waghorn continued to snore. The box was once again by her bedside.
Across the street his face remained frozen in shock as they zipped up the body bag.