The prompt from this week's 100 Word Challenge at Julia's Place is the red box
My private fantasies are stuffed in my sock drawer. Sometimes I spirit them out for savouring.
A seaside cottage is the wildest, sketched in ink on the folded paper. Then a cedar tree casting blue shadows on a lawn I don't possess; a month on Greek islands, a crate of manure, a navy wool dress from Boden....
Occasionally, with appropriate guilt, I realise one of them.
But, on Budget Day, the red box was raised like a cosh over the nation. ‘We're all in this together,’ says the Chancellor.
I am already fortunate. Many aren’t. So I threw my secret list away.