An Unmarked Box

Posted on November 21, 2016 in Household Prose Arcana Writing Exercises

Mysteries arrive in the mail every few weeks. I never know what is in them even if I myself placed the order. I open the box and memory comes back. Ah, I say, it is that. Why did I order this? Too many boxes can mean too much stuff that ends up down in the garage in a larger box, this one without the postal markings that came with the first box. What will we see in a few months? They become strangers or long lost friends in a cardboard or plastic waiting room. Oh, that is where you have been! I have been looking for you!