SF Drabble #299 “Box”

The crate came by courier. A smartly-dressed woman supervised the unloading and the hauling into the house, and gave him a gold-embossed card with a phone number to call, “If sir is in any way dissatisfied.”

He cracked open a beer and sat staring at the crate. He would be paying this purchase off for years, and it would change his life, if he opened it. He could call the number on the card and the woman and her crew would return and whisk it away no questions asked.

If he did open it, he could go anywhere, any time.

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