Jack

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Hidden high on a nursery shelf, my colours are muted in shadows. My hinges and spring are rusty and stiff; I’ve been trapped in this box forever.

Can you hear me knocking, child? Yes, yes, climb up here and pry me out!

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27 thoughts on “Jack

  1. You know, to this day I have sympathetic feelings for all those dolls and toys strewn around, piled on top of one another, and forgotten on shelves. Maybe I watched too many cartoons about toys as a child. 🙂

  2. There’s probably a reason he’s been up on that shelf for so long… Spooky and surreal. Loved it, Silverleaf!

  3. I didn’t have sympathy at all. I would never be sympathetic to a rusty creaky Jack in the box knocking on its confines and calling me over to play with it. Never. That is the plot of a freaky horror movie!

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