The Tiny Hammer

You wake up the find a package at your doorstep containing a tiny hammer and a note saying "You know what to do."




As Valarie walked outside to pick up her morning paper, she couldn’t help but notice the small package that had been placed on her door step. Curiously, she picked up the tiny package and flipped it over in her hands looking for details of the sender. Nothing. She frowned thoughtfully at the mysterious package and walked back inside, placing the package on the table before heading to the kitchen. Her thoughts bounced around between what she needed to do that day and the package as she made her morning coffee.

Valarie stared at the package as she sipped thoughtfully at her coffee. There was no indication of what was in the package or who had sent it, the rectangle box was wrapped in simple brown paper that smelled slightly musty. She flipped it over again and the contents rattled against the side. Giving in to her curiosity she pulled the package towards her and carefully unwrapped it. Beneath the paper was a shoe box with a note taped to it. “You know what to do,” was all the note said. She read the note again, puzzled by what it meant. Anticipation filled her as she lifted the lid of the box, she had no idea what could be inside, maybe it was her next mission, or one of the new weapons the Rebels were developing. She looked in the box and wilted slightly, a tiny hammer, barely the size of her hand was all it contained. She picked it up and turned it in her hand. What did the note mean she’d know what to do with it? She shrugged and left it on the table as she packed up and left for work.

It was afternoon when she rushed around her house frantically searching for the tiny hammer she’d received in the morning. The sun was beginning to set in the west, spraying colour across the sky. She checked her watch, twenty minutes to go. She cursed as she raced around the house. Twenty minutes before the city would become rubble. She paused and thought about where she had last seen the hammer. Cold dread filled her as she realised it wasn’t where she had left it. She walked numbly to the kitchen table and sat there for a moment. What was she going to do?