Why a box for Pandora? When he'd been human, he'd given the matter due consideration. Things could be stuffed back into boxes, but books were different. Opening a book seemed safer. The letters wouldn't fly off the page. (Least that's what he thought back then.) But the reading of it, that was different. Couldn't take it back. It was out there. Certain books were dangerous. Needed locks, he'd suggested.
They'd laughed. Told him to forget books and stick with poetry. Looking at her face, he wished he had.
But every lock has a key.
"Huh. I guess that's you, nibblet."
They'd laughed. Told him to forget books and stick with poetry. Looking at her face, he wished he had.
But every lock has a key.
"Huh. I guess that's you, nibblet."
