The Box

Tony was a 30-year-old writer 5 foot 10 he was a little muscular. He had short red hair green eyes and light almond skin. He was wearing a green T-shirt green baseball cap blue jeans and black and white sneakers.

Toby was going about his day when he heard about a new bookstore that opened on the other side of town so we decided to take a walk to check it out. But it must've taken a wrong turn the sky was suddenly dark and he didn't recognize the buildings around them at all.

Standing before him was a strange woman. Her face and body were concealed by a dark purple cloak and hood. Before she was three different boxes "pick one of these boxes and your fate." She said in a musical but off-putting voice.

"No thanks, weirdo." Tony did an about-face and quickly walked to the park instead of dealing with this strange person. At least he thought he was going to the park when he looked back up again he was standing before the woman again.

"Pick one of these boxes and your fate. TONY!" The woman said this time with a little bit of anger but kind of the musical tone of her voice.

"How do you know my name?" Tony asked.

"Tony, choose one of these boxes and your fate!" Was the woman's response pointing to each of the three boxes one was blue the other was red and the last one was green.

"I will not ask again!" The woman said, "Refusing is not a choice."