Recognizing Truth

When I got to my driveway finally, I noticed two large boxes and a package of blinds thrown next to the mailbox. I figured they’d leave it there. I hated getting things by post. The shit either came up missing or was delivered, ripped, smashed, and plain old snooped through. Seriously, how can we not notice a hole torn in the corner or a flap of plastic ripped off?

When I pulled up to the house, having taken my time driving along the field, I decided to fix the door to the shed. It was hanging loose again.

Grabbing everything from the truck and trying to balance it with one hand, I unlocked the front door and went in.

Setting the boxes down, I looked around, and nothing seemed out of order, so I went back outside. The sun, fighting through incoming clouds, was still a ways away from setting, so it gave me plenty of time.

With the small toolbox from the back of the truck, I walked toward the shed. The door had shut again, but as I got closer, it moved.

I watched it for a moment
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