Heidi Gifford

The Book

He held the package suspiciously. The brown tattered bundle neatly folded into a rectangle. One lone string strapping the edges down. The previous owner taking great care in wrapping the package, despite the reused and crumpled brown paper bag. He held it with both hands, not heavy, but felt solid. The return address showed foreign characters with the stamp “international” shining bright red against the dingy brown.