It’s an antique steamer trunk. But it wasn’t any old steamer trunk; it was LOCKED and NO ONE KNEW WHAT WAS IN IT. In fact, the company holding the sale had broken the lock trying to get it open, but that trunk refused to give up its secrets.
It took three men to get the trunk into the back of my SUV. And then, when I got home, I not only needed a shower after standing in the heat and fighting with that dirty trunk, but I foolishly spent hours and hours trying to get the blasted thing open. FYI, steamer trunks are AMAZINGLY hard to get into.
The sum total is this: Since Hot Cop has the keys to our storage shed where our better tools are, I’m going to have wait until he gets back from his business trip to open the trunk the rest of the way, and worse, I didn’t write a word all afternoon. Actually, I haven’t written much since that trunk arrived. I keep looking at it and wondering … what’s in it? Is it valuable?
Here, we’ll say it together: “BAD AUTHOR. BAD, BAD AUTHOR.”
*hangs head* I’m sorry. I can’t resist it. It’s a LOCKED TRUNK. It’s OLD. And absolutely ANYTHING could be in it and I can’t help but imagine all sorts of things . . . even improbable things.
It makes me sad to admit this because it would be my first choice, but maybe — just MAYBE — there isn’t a hot and sexy guy held in the trunk by a spell from an evil witch. One must be realistic, after all. So perhaps there is only an ancient diary or a valuable painting or a store of luscious love letters or a cache of precious jewels or a magical potion or–
Oh, the possibilities!
I hope your FROS imagination is churning as wildly as mine. Hot Cop gets back around noon, so check my Facebook page and find out what’s in this intriguing trunk!