"Kharone's Box" - Round 1 Group 69 of NYC Midnight's 250-word Microfiction Contest 2019

Challenge: 24 hours

Genre: Drama

Must use the word: “driving”

Must have the action: Opening an unwrapped gift

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A nurse was zipping up a body bag when Kharone knocked on the door.

“Hi, ready for transport?”

Morgue trips weren’t Kharone’s favorite, but they had become a routine part of his hospital job. After loading the body onto the gurney and setting a metal shroud over it, the nurse plopped a clear plastic bag of patient belongings on top, saying, “Oh, these are hers. No one picked them up.”

“No family?”

“Nope, poor old lady,” the nurse remarked, and exited without another moment of eulogy. Kharone activated the Drive Mode on the gurney, staring at the personal items—this dead woman’s life whittled down to a few things: keys, a wallet, and a neatly wrapped gift box with pretty ribbon.

What’s in it? Who was it for? Does anyone know she’s died? Does anyone care? Someone must…

Kharone pondered while driving through the medical maze. At the morgue, he and another transport tech lifted the body onto a shelf. The other tech left quickly to answer a call, leaving Kharone in the cold room. Normally Kharone wouldn’t linger, but normally he didn’t leave belongings with bodies and he didn’t know that they were poor old ladies with no one.

Kharone glanced behind him before pulling the box out, feeling its weight in his hands, wondering what was inside.

I could get fired, no…but, what if someone comes looking for it? What if it’s important?

Kharone pulled the ribbon apart. He lifted the top and peered inside.