He knelt on the carpet in his new living-room, a big cardboard box in front of him, unwrapping ornaments of a period long ago. It wasn't his box but it felt as if he was the rightful owner.
As a child, he'd been told dolls were for girls.
"Girls", he spat out the lecturing words his parents spoke to him whenever he did or liked something they didn't approve with.
"For girls only!"
He studied the doll in his hands, "only for girls! Forget about it, teach them a lesson."
They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later who knows what secrets were hidden in this box. It was big enough to hide in. If that box had shown up earlier, at the time he had needed it most things might have been different. Might, but most likely not. Everything that happened wasn't his fault. It was god's plan and who was he to deny that? God's plan, his power were the only reason.
As the fire was getting closer she was carried along by the crowd. At least she thought she was. She never felt how she was hit on the head and carried away. Out of the danger zone, the light, straight into the dark.
Grammarly ran
Device: mobile phone
Prompts for this story
Did he kidnap her? from the blow to the head ... I keep reading.