The disconsolate Queen abhorred any signs of joy and summoned the evil witch for a curse to eliminate all happiness from the world. But the curse wasn’t invincible. Those who persevered would easily overcome.
Generations went by and the crystal box sucked hope from all those who caved.
Attracted by the luminous pink tinge, Gloria bought it at a garage sale.
“Hey hon, where’s my shirt?”
“Can’t you see I’m busy,” snapped Gloria and Henry stared at his usually patient wife.
“Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to ….”
“Stop bothering me! Seriously, I’m really getting sick of you!”
“Gloria!” Henry looked shocked.
Gloria glanced up.
“Um, I d-didn’t mean…”
She stopped, confused.
Henry went up to her.
“Hey, it’s alright, I’m yours forever, remember?”
With his protective arms around her, Gloria felt a sudden wave of relief and with a determined spirit, silently chided herself.
A week later, she noticed that the crystal box had disappeared.
She wouldn’t find it; she had endured. The curse was once again in search of victims who’d easily give up.