Letters full of hope and fear. A bit of Jean’s hair, curled around a broken comb. Some spilt milk. All went in the round shipping tube, rubbing against the plastic insides. The two alone could not fill it, but other children came. Everyone brought something to hide. Many brought money, broken toys. One girl tossed a hoard of donuts in, but not without a long look.

Even then, when everything had been pushed away, there was still room. The children searched fearfully for anything to fill that void. It was then a tall woman walked forward, her tears defining her. A sad smile crossed her face, as she placed a rose petal in between the love letter and the doll.

And it was done. They buried the FedEx tube, its final address within the worm-ridden dirt. The contents had traveled strenuously, and now were beyond reclamation, reality, or existence.

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