Parts Missing

The large crate arrived early this afternoon, sooner than I’d expected.

The fellow who delivered it, a miserable looking individual, moaned like hell because of its weight. It didn’t make matters any better when I told him I couldn’t help due to this dodgy back of mine.

He grumbled incessantly as he slowly dragged the thing into the garage.

Once he’d gone, I prized off the wooden lid and looked inside.

My heart missed a beat.

Her limbs and torso were exactly as I’d packed them but, to my horror, her head was missing.

Where on earth could it be?

Mike Jackson

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