DOOR

I wish I'd taken a picture of it.

I've thought of the crate a dozen times since I saw it in the bed of that truck. I remember its bulk; four by four by four it was. Homemade, I thought, flimsy, something someone threw together with plywood and nails.

No indication as to what was inside it, no markings, save bold, black and brushed-on letters facing the tailgate: DOOR.

It intrigued me. Still does. My mind keeps wandering back to that sight, conjuring explanation.

If I had a picture, I'd show you, and ask what would you imagine's inside the crate?