The prompt: There's a box in the attic that isn't yours.
We buried my grandparents that morning, and since the rest of my family is highly dysfunctional, I was left to go through their things and see if there was anything worth saving.
Memories. Memories are worth saving.
My sweet boyfriend came to keep me company. He wiped away my tears as I sobbed over memories. Memories worth saving.
“Hey, what’s that box?” he asked.
“It isn’t mine.” I said.
He got down on one knee to retrieve the box, then held it toward me. The diamond sparkled. “It could be, if you say yes.
Now go see how everyone else did it!