Today's #flashfiction Of Boxes And Cargo

“Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.”

The Borg, Star Trek* #quote

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear, does there exist three positive integers a, b and c to satisfy the equation a^n + b^n = c^n where the value of n is greater than two? Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Of Boxes And Cargo

           Box society was an interesting one. The pecking order of who could look down on who was based on one simple thing, what they carried. For cardboard boxes, like Benjamin Boxly, they needed to spend their time justifying their existence and boasting what they could before they were torn open and discarded.

          “I carry art, I'm more precious than all of you!” one box proclaimed.

          “I carry weapons, my cargo is destruction itself!” another box yelled.

          “I carry jewels, I'm more valuable than all of you!” a third box screamed. Some boxes chose to speak loudly over others, some chose to save their energy and talk in lulls. Usually the screamers were the cardboard boxes, the ones that had short lives. Luggage and other containers didn't mind spending their time justifying themselves, or just plain talking since their cargo changed from time to time.

            Benjamin Boxly didn't speak up like the other cardboard boxes. Not a word came out of him. He didn't know what to make of what he carried. What could he say about carrying other boxes?