STORY 13



The television was on. Luc could hear it, fairly distinct even through the hard cardboard confines that surrounded him. Judging by the artificial light seeping through the crack around the lid, it seemed to be evening; the couple whose home he was trapped in were both in and probably seated in front of their TV. He could not see what they might be watching; he saw nothing but ghostly grey forms, the insides of the sweetbox, faintly cast in shadows by the filtered light. There was

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Two. There were only two of them now. Down from twenty four. Their long wait in the darkness was interrupted only when one of them was taken and eaten. Every glimpse of light that entered the confines of the box in which they waited brought with it the fear that the wait was about to end... and the darkness of the box replaced by that of someone's stomach.


From the slot in which he was tied within the box of `sweets', �tienne could see nothing but he could hear. Beyond the card