Short Story Preview: Crucify your mind
James had a secret, a brand new, shiny secret. He took it straight to his room and, after polishing it with his special duster, he placed it gently into his secrets box alongside the older, duller ones. He had never had such an unspoilt secret before and he spent a long while looking at it, imprinting the beautiful detail onto his mind, before finally closing the box and lowering it gently into his special hiding place below the floorboards under his bed. He then carefully replaced the loose floorboards and climbed into bed. The glow of his secret seemed to radiate from his face as he settled.
He turned off the light and lay with his eyes open waiting patiently for them to adjust to the warm dullness of the dark. He mentally counted up the secrets in his box. There were nine in all now and he ran through them, starting with the oldest which was half the size of what it had been when he found it and had little or no sheen left, in fact patches of rust had begun to appear on its once polished surface.
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