Writing Prompt 364
You tapped the small little black box in the pocket of your yellow hoodie repeatedly, just to make sure it was there. You weren’t sure how you managed to steal such a valuable thing, but you did. The dark door opened silently, the tall figure standing there. Their lip twitched slightly as they looked at you, a faint smirk on their face.
“Evening to you, love. What brings you ‘ere to my funeral parlor?” They asked, taking a few steps back and beckoning you in. “Come, come. I’ll get the biscuits ready.”
You flashed a nervous smile and walked inside, standing near a simple coffin. They closed the door and walked over to the table at the back, sitting behind it. You quickly ran over to it, fishing the velvet black box out of your pocket and setting it down on the dusty table. It looked even darker in the dim light of the candles in the room. They looked at it curiously, grinning at the insignia.
“What is it? How’d you manage to steal it? I thought you could only collect information, Sunshine.”
“Take a look inside.” You said, smiling. “It’s quite valuable and has some of the best information. I brought it here since I want you to authenticate it. My skills are great, but I just wanted to make sure.”
“And if I were to steal it for myself?” They asked, looking up at you with their hands under their chin.
“You wouldn’t be able to keep it since you’re not...” You waved your arm around, trying to find a word to best describe them without giving away that you knew what they were. “Normal.”
“And neither are you, Sunshine.” They said, their smirk turning into a frown. “Is it haunted?”
“No. It’s not a dybbuk box either, don’t worry”