DAZED, NAUSEATED, NOT SURE of my surroundings, I found myself slumped against the wall, the fire still burning to my right. Vaguely, I felt a string of saliva running through my scraggly beard and onto my chest.
The box was still in my lap, its lid open, inviting.
The next side of the box started forming another image, another escape for me. As the new vision began, I thought to myself twelve sides.
Counting the insides and the outsides of a box, there are twelve sides.
Twelve stories.
The box has twelve sides...
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The Box Has Twelve Sides: Thirteen Curious Tales to Delight and Disturb
General FictionA homeless man discovers a mysterious box which transports him back to his childhood. On each side of the box, both inside and out, a new world reveals itself to him: He experiences another man's worst day of luck. An old, dying man befriends an...
