A Box

Secretary,

Today I discovered a large box upon my doorstep. It is addressed to me in sloppy black marker, with no indication as to the identity of the sender, nor does it furnish me with a return address. I picked it up and put it in my foyer. It is heavy and does not rattle when shaken.

I fear it may contain an item or organism which may harm me. I fear that perhaps my enemies—should I have any—may have found me at last. It smells slightly of nail polish remover, and looks reused. I have not yet opened it.

Please write back with advice at the earliest convenience.

DD,

Thomas Sturgeon


[A Box Sketch]

Sketch by S. R.