He got a call

Not long since he recieved a present. It was unnamed. He was out of courage to get it opened. A golden wrapped box. Nothing else. He kept it inside with the hope of its owner reaching it out someday. Days passed, he sat hopeless without a phone call. Until one day he got a call. It was an unknown number. Without a second thought he picked it up. And there it was, a rough voice. The voice had a tremor, a fright in it itself.

His words couldn't find a way to escape. Until when he gathered some courage to finally speak up and say, "who is it?". Before he could explain anything further, the man spoke up, "keep it safe. You know what I mean." Then the call was disconnected, might have been accidentally or purposefully. The rough voice seemed to have said something else too, but the conversation remained unfinished.

He sat still for a while, holding tight the phone. Still now going through the moment of couple of minutes he spent on the call. That rough voice, filled with fright, he could never forget.

Their conversation never had a proper ending. That box wrapped in gold till today sits where it exactly had been kept the first day it had arrived. It sits unnoticed, reminding him of that day. If only the call lasted a little longer, things would have been somewhat different. The thought keeps bothering him.

Finally, one day he made up his mind to get rid of the box. But he could not, he got a call