A Missing Package
The setting sun began to cast its shadows of twilight across the cityscape. Through the window of his kitchen, Michael began to turn on the gas lamps as his house maid prepared the supper. When not at work, Michael lcould almost always be found in his kitchen. It was his habit to bring his work home and study over it while drinking tea. When work was slow he would read the news paper or other articles. But nearly always at the kitchen it was his home inside his home.
For now he was setting down to dine, placing his reading aside so as not to spill anything on it. The maid was clumsy at times and had ruined a table cloth or two in her time. The lights being lit, he sat at the table awaiting the stew to be placed before him.
Two spoonfuls into his dinner a caller came to the residence pounding at the door. The maid opened it cheerfully but returned to Michael with a quizical expression on her face. She handed him a slip which read:
" For MR. MICHAEL. Accident on evening train carrying package for addressed. Unknown status/ location. Request meeting at local station between hours 1PM - 4PM. See managers office."
This was such a puzzling thing. This troubled Michael most strangely for he knew not why he would be recieveing a package. Who would send it to him, he had no surviving family and his friend all resided nearby. If it was for business than the dispatch would have addressed it to his office instead of his person. This spoiled Michaels appetite and kept him up pondering it all night. Around 5AM he had finally dozed off at the kitchen table with his tea before him and his head resting upon the notice.
The maid upon finding him decided it best not to disturb him..
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