The Old Wooden Box in the Attic
#WritcoStoryPrompt36
Write a short story that uses atleast two of the given situations:
1. An old, locked box in the attic.
2. A winding staircase that goes nowhere.
3. A broken mirror.
4. An old desk with a locked drawer.
The Old Wooden Box in the Attic
She placed her gnarled hand on the doorknob, with a slight hesitation. It was not because of indecision-
her hip hurt. Indecision did not come into this or indeed anything else she did: she had made up her
mind the night before.
“One more time before I die…..”
Without much effort, she opened the door and stepped off the thickly carpeted landing and onto the
narrow, bare, wooden stairs. Looking up, she took in the long flight ahead, inhaled a deep breath and
gripped the rail on her right. As she did so, she noticed the almost translucent skin and how it
contrasted starkly with the thick, blue veins beneath it. She climbed the creaking steps, her breath
becoming increasingly faster with each one. At the top, she stopped for a moment. Another door.
It was almost sixty years since she had last stood here and contemplating the other world- the one she
had left behind downstairs- she briefly concentrated upon the busyness that had gone on there, in the
intervening years. The laughter. The children. The dogs. The extended family.
Here though it was quiet....
Write a short story that uses atleast two of the given situations:
1. An old, locked box in the attic.
2. A winding staircase that goes nowhere.
3. A broken mirror.
4. An old desk with a locked drawer.
The Old Wooden Box in the Attic
She placed her gnarled hand on the doorknob, with a slight hesitation. It was not because of indecision-
her hip hurt. Indecision did not come into this or indeed anything else she did: she had made up her
mind the night before.
“One more time before I die…..”
Without much effort, she opened the door and stepped off the thickly carpeted landing and onto the
narrow, bare, wooden stairs. Looking up, she took in the long flight ahead, inhaled a deep breath and
gripped the rail on her right. As she did so, she noticed the almost translucent skin and how it
contrasted starkly with the thick, blue veins beneath it. She climbed the creaking steps, her breath
becoming increasingly faster with each one. At the top, she stopped for a moment. Another door.
It was almost sixty years since she had last stood here and contemplating the other world- the one she
had left behind downstairs- she briefly concentrated upon the busyness that had gone on there, in the
intervening years. The laughter. The children. The dogs. The extended family.
Here though it was quiet....