The Sunday Whirl

The grave expression on Joe’s face said it all. He looked up from the barren box and threw it down with a thud. After the long hunt, the riddle he solved, finding the keys…after all that he had nothing to show for it. Joe had a temper, but throwing the box was the end of it. He was so frustrated by the ominous clues his uncle left for him, all of the secrets supposedly hidden in that box; it was too much. He looked at the broken bits on the floor and a tear drop shown on his cheek.

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