Pandora's Box Short Story Novels & Stories

“And he will again. Stay away from him. Don’t fall for him. Don’t let him twist you like he twisted me.” Sarah swallowed hard. “I… I thought he saw me.” Pandora’s eyes glistened. “I thought he saw me, too. I felt important, a powerful man showing interest in me. I was just a stupid little girl. He is powerful and dangerous.” Sarah’s breath stuttered. Pandora looked down, blinking back tears she didn’t want to shed in front of this woman, but they fell anyway. “I thought I was going to build something good here. A home. A life. A father for my child who wasn’t a monster.”

Arabella said, bringing the cup to her lips. Pandora looked at her, surprised, with her eyes wide and a knowing look. "Arabella ! You're his wife. There are many ways to thank your husband for his generosity. Do you have any sexy lingerie? I know a boutique that sells gorgeous things," Pandora said mischievously, raising an eyebrow. "What? No... in another situation, maybe, but no. Eduard doesn't feel love for me."

"But why are there no lost girls?" The little girl asked her mother, her eyes twinkling in curiosity. The little girl's mother stares at her for moments and replied, "Well, according to the novelist, Barrie, the Lost Boys are boys who fell out of their prams while their nannies are looking the other way, in places such as Kensington Gardens. After going unclaimed for seven days, they are whisked off to Neverland, where they live with Peter Pan. There are no 'Lost Girls', because, as Peter explains, girls are too clever to be lost in this manner."