Harker looked at the thing inside the box again, just to make sure. It was an urn. One designed with repeating patterns of tiki-like figures with fire on their heads. The small painted tiki totems had their mouths wide open as if screaming in pain.
In the middle of the urn was a name painted in that same vermillion red.
'Howard Jones'.
Harker thought this must be some kind of sick joke. Yes, he hasn't heard about his father in so long. But he came back from that visit in LA, and he also went on a trip to Oregon. He had heard his voice in the calls just three days ago.
So what's inside couldn't be his father's ashes…. could it?
He opened it to check. There were ashes, but they were very few. It barely reached half of the urn itself.
