Out Of The Box (Mystery)

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Words flow better when they follow keynotes ;)

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I had to walk through the forest. Somebody told me the fungi I needed would grow in this particular forest. 

"Under the greenest ivy they lie
and wave to life within goodbye.
A tiny bite is just enough,
no pain will cause,
a little cough.
Your eyes will shut,
your heart will stop."

My bag with my pocketknife inside was hanging over my left shoulder. The sun was shining among the leaves and made my eyes close instinctively whenever a bright beam escaped and met with my face.

My pacing was steady, I kept looking for the plants I was after. They were hard to find and very very small, your eye could easily miss them. Their color did not help either. Brownish. They hid underneath the ivy leaves that dressed the tall trees, like costumes for a peculiar masquerade. 

And as I was walking, I suddenly found myself in front of an old wooden box. This got me curious. I gave it an examining look. The boards it was made of seemed to be still strong despite the time that left its unfading mark on them. 

I came closer. There were big, rusty nails keeping those boards together. What was really really awkward though, was the fact that I could not find the lid, as if it didn't have any. The box was nailed all around as if the man who made it never wanted it to be opened, never wanted to let its treasure out.

My hand touched its wood. Splinters were protruding from its skin. One pricked me, but it didn't make it in my flesh. Then I went for the nails. Big and round. They were engraved with something. Was it a word? Because the carvings resembled letters only from a language I didn't seem to understand.

I touched one of them. My finger felt its rusty surface. Cold. It made quite a contrast with the warm wood I had felt a moment ago. I tried to make it move, I wanted to see if I could take it out. It would make a lovely souvenir from my hunt.

I got lucky. It did! Little by little I tried to pull it out shaking it side to side to make it slide out if its place... set it free. Finally, after many times my hand had gone back and forth, my trophy was in my hand and a grin of contentment was drawn on my face.

The nail was thick and long, I leaned over its hollow niche and tried to follow the light as it got sucked into its pitch black guts. I tried to follow it and maybe guess that box's content. 

The box got me first!

A plume of thin black air uncoiled and escaped through the luscious foliage over my head.

The sun was shadowed and the skies were getting dark.

"Aaah, it seems like we have a competitor... or a companion, time will tell."

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*Original images with Nikon D3400 (18-55 mm) and story by @ruth-girl - Steemit, 2018

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I am becoming obsessed with Gundry's music! His keys unlock so weird and dark words in my mind. His tunes make gloomy images pass behind my eyes. His compositions wake morbid stories come to life (actually, come to my screen). Don't you agree that his music is just brilliant?

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PS: My battery doesn't work! I haven't used my camera in almost two weeks and that's just sad! The warranty won't cover for it and the service at the store where we bought it from was simply... unacceptable! I'm hoping to get a new one within the next days so I can get back to my hobby. 

Thank you so much for your time!

Until my next post,
Steem on and keep smiling, people!