A wasted time

Esther Casilla bought a fancy villa. After THAT, HE RETURNED FROM WORK EVERY DAY AND ALWAYS SAW SOMEONE WALKING ONE BOX FROM HIS GARDEN, LOADING IT ONTO A TRUCK AND PULLING IT.

Before he could shout, the man was gone. That day he decided to drive after it. The truck went slowly and finally stopped by a ravine on the outskirts of the city. Casilla went down the mountain and found the stranger had unloaded the box and thrown it into the valley. The valley was already full of boxes, all of similar sizes.

He WALKED OVER AND ASKED, "I JUST SAW YOU WALK ONE BOX FROM MY HOUSE, WHAT WAS IN THE BOX? And what are all these boxes for?"

The man looked at him, smiled, and said, "You have a lot of boxes to go, don't you know? These boxes are your wasted days."

"What day?"

"Your wasted life."

"My wasted days?

"Yes. You wasted time, wasted time. You hope for the good times, but what do you do when the good times arrive? Come and see, they're perfect, they've never been used, but now..."

Casilla walked over and opened a box.

There is a road in the box in late autumn. His fiancee, Glaz, was walking slowly.

He opened the second box. Inside was a hospital room. His brother John was lying in bed waiting for him to come home.

He opened the third box. It was his old house. His faithful dog, Duke, lay waiting for him at the gate of the fence. It had waited for him for two years, and was as thin as a bone.

Something pinched Casilla's heart and wrenched her. The stranger stood as still as the judge.

"Sir," said Casilla, "please let me have these three boxes, I beg you. Give it back at least three days. I have money. You can have as much as you want."

The stranger made an impossible gesture, which meant that it was too late to save it. Then the man and the box disappeared.

Night crept in and covered the land in darkness