A Gift Of Desirable Feelings
The box appears on the doorstep one day. I am at home, but there is no knock on the door and no other sounds to signal its arrival. It isn’t until I open the door with the intention of heading to the shops that I notice the box. Passers-by have noticed it though; they keep shooting me curious looks before hurrying on their way. Curious myself, I run to the kitchen and return with a knife, which I use to slice through the colossal amounts…