The Long Tale No. 22 - The Box

The box sat forlornly on the desktop, silently waiting for someone, anyone to open it. Or was that reopen it? For, you see, the man had left the box for so long, so very many years, that it had forgotten whether it had once been open at all, never mind what its contents was. There were only two things that the box was certain of. That its contents was important or otherwise the man wouldn't have hidden it so well. And that the man would one day return to seek what he had once hidden. And, so, the box waited.