The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

She clarified: she did not mean an empty box. The ‘nothing’ filling the interior appeared dense. It had no end, nor did it have a beginning, Gabriella said. It was a physical manifestation of absence. I could not totally understand what she was trying to say, likely because she herself could not either. Per her own assessment, what she saw confused her so much that looking at it caused her to sway on her feet. She grew ill-feeling and barely managed to replace the lid and resume her post hidden behind the desk before the man returned with yet another relative, this one appearing quite a bit older, and did the same soft-hip-check into the box. After this, he took the gift with him again.

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