He poked the box. It giggled.

He shook it. It squeaked.

He pushed it across the table. It burped.

He patted the top of it. It whistled.

He shook his head. Why is it making noises? He stared at it.

“You could just open me, you know,” it muttered moodily.

Laura Graham poses as a fourth-year Japanese student, but mostly uses it as an excuse to wander around Edinburgh in four-inch high heels, confusing friends and strangers alike, and letting her creative side out before it’s shackled to a dead-end job when reality bites. She also likes knitting and tea.

Editor: Also, her bio is exactly fifty words long. Hooray!