Story: Middle of a box

Sitting in the middle of a box, she was unsure of where to lean. The left was filled with thorns. The right was laced with poison. The front was tattered and slippery. The back? Don’t even think about it; that was where she fell through and landed in this square of unknowns.

Now what couls she do, except to continue sitting smack in the middle of the box?

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