I sit at my desk, head held in my hands.
This conundrum will be the death of me.
Sighing, I look at the brown, cuboid box sitting peacefully on the desk.
I pick up the instructions once again.
You have been selected as the recipient of this box via a random name generator.
‘What’s in this box?’, I hear you say? Rest easy. There is no bio-chemical weapon hidden in it. It is filled with something you deeply desire. ‘Tangible or intangible?’, I hear you ask? I can’t reveal that at this stage.
You can open this box anytime you please. After all, isn’t the thing you deeply desire sitting on your desk at this very moment? But in your best interest, I would request you to slow down and open it only after fulfilling the conditions stated below.
1. At the place where you wish to open the box, invite a person whom you haven’t met in your entire existence. A person you admire, respect and have longed to meet in your entire life.
2. This person should bring along an enemy he/she has. This enemy should be someone whom you have met in your existence. There’s no need for this person to be a mutual enemy, though that could be the case.
You can inform the first person that he/she needs to bring along an enemy, but you cannot tell him/her about the rest of the second condition. No cheating. I will be monitoring every communication you send to anyone.
You have one attempt to get it right. Select your first person wisely.
Once both these conditions are fulfilled, you can be assured that I will send you a further set of conditions regarding the opening of this box.
Play your moves well.
Master of the Universe
It’s pretty obvious that I only have the first part of the riddle in my control.
I flip through the contacts in my phone. A pointless exercise, I know.
But that gives me the inspiration for the answer to the first part of the riddle.
I check out an online YellowPages, and zero in on this one name that could be the potential solution to the riddle.
Ms. Freni D’ship.
I get the number easily, but I’m hesitant to actually dial it. I haven’t spoken to her in my entire life. How am I supposed to ask for her help? What if she doesn’t understand the riddle too? Will she figure out the part of the riddle I can’t tell her?
But it’s the only shot I have. I can’t think of anyone else who could get me out of this predicament.
My hands are shivering as I dial the number.
Will I have to take a second stab at this riddle? I don’t want to take one too many attempts at it.
To be continued on 4th July 2018.
This is my first post for the #BarAThon challenge being hosted by Blog-A-Rhythm. The concept of my upcoming posts in this series is loosely based on a popular myth, the Pandora’s Jar (misinterpreted aeons ago as Pandora’s Box). Also, there are many subtle concepts I wish to convey through this story. I’m hoping you get all of them right at the first go. I’ll explain the hidden concepts at the end of the series.
I haven’t really decided whether I will continue this series till the 7th day. I am just making this story up as the deadline for posting approaches. Feel free to comment below with your suggestions regarding how I can take the story forward / if you find any plot loopholes.
Thank you and cheers!