The Chest (microfiction)

The Chest

He had climbed through a window and looked through the house. There seemed little of interest, except for a large brass chest that was locked. His curiosity piqued he began to unpick it.

“There must be something valuable in here.” he muttered to himself.

Once he managed to unlock it he found there was only darkness inside. The lid closed behind him.

Joanne Fisher

This was a challenge to write a story in 63 words using the word “unlock” set by sammicoxwriter.

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