Boxes and Bridges and Beginnings

A flip of the looking glass… Image by Author, created in AI. Note: This is a continuation of a story previously shared, found here. Basic summation, should you need one: Our two characters, one younger, one considerably older, are in the midst of exploring a storage room that no one had breached since poodle skirts were all the rage. In that prior scene, the story had just been interrupted by the writer (that would be me) breaking the Fourth Wall in an apparently non-appreciated manner. And here we go… Garamonda, post-reflection and post-intervention from the somewhat annoying editor who clearly had power issues, decided she should woman-up and embrace the moment. She took a step forward, paused, took another step, and then stopped. She looked at Monty. “I don’t even know where to start. There are so many boxes.” Monty smiled back at her, letting his crusty exterior slide away for a moment. (Truth be told, many folks with hard exteriors only have such because they are hiding their…