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What’s In The Box?
Johnny returned home from another day of canvassing the neighborhood. His Irish Setter, Rex, had been missing for three days now. On his way in, he picked up a box lying outside the gate.
“Any luck?” asked Amy.
“What’s in the box?”
“I don’t know. I assumed you ordered something. It is an Amazon box.”
“I didn’t order anything.”
“That proves miracles are possible. Maybe we will find Rexy.”
“Open it. I wanna see.”
Johnny opened the box and stared into Rex’s lifeless eye. The note pinned to his ear read, “Tell your father hello. – Carmine.”
You don’t kill the dog, you asshole. I don’t know why my mind went there. Probably because that’s the most horrific thing I can imagine. I’d go John Wick on a motherfucker. I did a little John Wick/Se7en combo on this one. Every time I see a box, my first thought is, “What’s in the box? What’s in the box?”
This is a sequel to It’s Cold from a while ago. I knew there had to be a head or a bomb in the box and the easiest way to build up a backstory in 100 words or less was to use a preexisting story. I briefly considered referencing Andy Samberg and Justin Timberlake’s “Dick In A Box” song/sketch from SNL, but that seemed inappropriate. That’s the society we’ve created. Ultraviolence is fine. Sexuality is… Whoa! That’s a no-no.