An interesting and original flash fiction — The Box — reblogged from A Word of Substance:
I swallowed a secret a million years before numbers, so that nothing could be held accountable.
Scrolled up, jotted down, and shoved to the back of a bottle, the message was almost drowned.
Let me out! Let me out! A pocketed paper screamed from below.
But when pulled up and rolled out, the ink had smeared rows.
Neither black, nor white, with no crisp lines to write on,
the page merged gray in conviction.
“But what was the secret?”
The question in question has stopped being questioned.
The message was found irresponsible.