On the hillside

[cyrano]

Every morning when I step out the front door (and sometimes in the evening) there's a box on the neighbors' door mat. It is usually not the same box two days in a row, and when it is it's not in the same position. Once, a plain brown cardboard box tipped on one side, flaps askew and obviously empty. Once a white box, taped shut, the tape holding down a white strip of paper that might have been an address or a receipt as it contained a combination of numerals and asian characters.

This piece deserves an ending. But.... I've got nothing.

Comments

[evilmagnus]

DEA raid.