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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