Kal Jordan

Boxed In

Gusts of wind swirled the front doorstep of a quaint suburban home in the small town of Joelton. Autumn leaves were whisked away from the brick landing of the fourth house on the left of Market Drive. The home was a wholesome blue-grey, two-story contemporary farmhouse with white trimming, a large oak door, and dark blue shudders. A black drone with four articulating rotors hovered over the concrete landing, carrying a large package. It lowered the package to the ground and a unison of clicks could be heard as the drone released the box. After allowing it to settle, the drone navigated to the door, and with robotic precision, rang the doorbell. It then quickly backed itself out from under the awning and disappeared into the skyline.