Collecting You

On December 10th, a small gift box appeared on the Anderson's porch. No tag,

no footprints in the snow, just a ribbon tied perfectly on top.

Inside, was a single object, a lock of hair,

dark, short, fresh. They shrugged it off as a

prank, until the second box arrived. This one held part of a

shirt that belonged to Mr. Anderson. He checked his closet.

A piece was missing. The next night, another box, inside,

his wedding ring, still warm. He reviewed the doorbell camera footage frame by frame.