Five minute free write: the smell from within

Gonna be honest, this Five minute free write challenge was a bit of a challenge this morning.

I had to sit for several minutes thinking of what kind of theme would fit. It seemed to me conceptual vs concrete, which meant I had to stretch a bit, as I love to bring things into the physical with my writing. And, I gotta say, what I wrote ended nowhere near where I thought it would. Which is kinda of cool, and I guess the point of an exercise like this. You've got a plan, and it falls to pieces the minute it makes contact with the real world :)

This is my Five Minute Free Write for the daily Challenge hosted by @mariannewest and funded by countless amazing Steemians :) And, once again, written in The worlds most dangerous writing app with only minor corrections for spelling and tense afterwards.

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I'm standing in this room and I don't know how I got here. It's sparse.

Not much in around me. Bare floor, wooden, the browns stained dark from years of use. The walls, peeling dark blue wallpaper. A chair, metal, cold, like one you'd see in an old doctors office. A table.

Yes, a table. Hard, dark, metal. Almost black, but not quite. Still, it sucks in light. And, on top of that table, a box.

Small, brown, wrapped in paper. Tied at the top with a string.

How did I get here again?

I can't seem to find an answer. Or a door. There is nothing but the table, a chair, and the box.

I step forward, hands cautiously at my sides. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. But, I take another step forward.

I push the chair out of my way. It serves no purpose. I'm wondering what's in that small brown box. I move closer.

My hands rest at the edge of the table, wondering, should they reach out?

I do, because I want to know what's in the box. How I got there, why I'm there, I have no idea, but, this force inside tells me to look.

I pull the string, and the paper falls aside. Another, smaller box, partially open. My hands take the delicate sides and lift the top fully.

Inside, a flower, a rose. Instinctively my head tilts forward to smell it. A rose, so simple, yet so complex. We pass by them everyday, but so rarely take a moment to appreciate them.

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Thank you for reading and I hope you have an awesome day! I always love to hear what people have to think, so don't be scared of commenting ;)
Michael

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