Prompt: 089. brown paper wrapped package
1. There was a brown paper wrapped package waiting on the front porch when they came home. There was no return address and their address was written in somehow greasy looking marker.
A. There was a brown paper wrapped package waiting on the front porch when they came home. There was no return address and their address was written in somehow greasy looking marker.
Sasha circled the package curiously and finally braced her booted feet wide so she could lean close to the label. “Who could have left this here? It doesn’t have any postage marks.”
“Sasha, honey, get away from there,” Natalia ordered. When Sasha didn’t move fast enough, she dashed forward to grab her daughter by the arm and pulled her away.
“Mom! What’s wrong with you?”
“Quiet. We need to get away from here and call the police.”
“What? Why?” Sasha asked.
“I think it’s a bomb.”
2. The toys arrived in a discreet brown paper wrapped package.
A. The toys arrived in a discreet brown paper wrapped package that he opened in the bathroom. He could hear his wife moving around in the living room and hoped that she would like the surprises he’d gotten for them both.
Reaching under the counter, he got out the large bottle of sex toy cleaner. By the time she came to bed he would have everything clean and ready to go.
It sent a warm thrill through him to imagine the look on her face when she walked into the bedroom. He’d seen her window shopping their favorite sex toy site and hadn’t missed the way her eyes had lingered, coveted, and regretfully moved away.
He’d do nearly anything to make her happy. Even this.
3. She tied the brown paper wrapped package with string and set it with the others waiting to be mailed.
A. She tied the brown paper wrapped package with string and set it with the others waiting to be mailed. She had three more orders to fill before she could leave for the day. If she was lucky, she’d make it home in time to take a shower before going to the movie.
Her lips curved in a smile and her thoughts drifted to her evening plans. Even as her hands continued to write out calligraphy address labels and wrap packages, she let herself fantasize a bit about her night to come.
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