The Body Box

"A cage went in search of a bird."

 - Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms (1917)

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III. The Body Box - Part One

The truck was a Peterbilt and the cab smelled like coffee and diesel and one of those pine tree air fresheners that nobody believes in but everybody...
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III. The Body Box - Part Two

He asked questions. I let him. "How long?" he said. About an hour after I got in. "I don't know." "A week? A month?" "Longer than a month." "How much...
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III. The Body Box - Part Three

The roads got smaller. County to rural. Rural to gravel. The gravel to a dirt track with grass growing in the center strip. The truck barely fit —...
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IV. Remains - Part One

The cabinet he was building when Marie died was a white oak sideboard with dovetail joints and a hand-rubbed finish that would take four coats to get...
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IV. Remains - Part Two

He measured her hands. He couldn't help it. It was Tuesday — four days after the box arrived — and he was kneeling beside it with a flexible rule,...
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IV. Remains - Part Three

He opened the lid on a Wednesday morning. Three weeks and a day since the box arrived. The garage was cold — the heating hadn't been on in days, the...
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II. Processing - Part One

She woke into the dark the way you wake from anesthesia — not all at once but in layers, each layer bringing a new piece of information that didn't...
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II. Processing - Part Two

The box moved. Not gradually. A lurch, a vibration that started in the base and traveled through the material and into her spine, and then she was...
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II. Processing - Part Three

She sat at a table. She drank a second cup of water. She held the clipboard. She watched. The facility ran the way a warehouse runs — calibrated,...
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V. The Dependents - Part One

The alarm went off at 4:45 and Teresa was already awake. She'd been awake since 4:12, which she knew because the clock on the nightstand was digital...
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V. The Dependents - Part Two

Day one. She did laundry. All of it. Every towel, every sheet, every piece of clothing in the apartment. She stripped the beds and washed the sheets...
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V. The Dependents - Part Three

She drove to the facility on Saturday morning wearing the dress she'd worn to Miguel's funeral. She didn't realize this until she was in the parking...
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I. Deep Storage - Part One

The gloves were her own. The county provided a box of disposable nitrile, blue, size medium, restocked every Monday in the supply closet beside the...
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I. Deep Storage - Part Two

Friday. Three-ten. She told the supervisor she needed to check a lot number in Section E for a discrepancy on her cataloguing sheet. He was eating an...
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I. Deep Storage - Part Three

The fingers were the wrong temperature. A living hand would have been warmer. A dead hand would have been colder. This hand was the temperature of...