Dinner

They noticed the jar when they opened the door.

It was sitting on the coffee table, innocent and plain. The grey, rounded sides gleamed in the light; it hadn't been sitting long enough to collect any dust. The family crowded around it, with their bags dropping to the dusty floor. A round container, with a tightly screwed on lid. There was no indication to who sent it.

"Ooh!" Jane exclaimed. "What's in the jar mommy?"

Julia looked puzzled and frowned. "I don't know dear. Mark?"

Mark picked up the object with both hands. "It's really heavy... must be something inside. But who could have left it? We were on vacation for weeks!"

"Only your mother has the other keys to this house. She must have left it here," Julia said. "Remember last time, when she left us those cookies to welcome us home?"

"Grandma left us a present?! I bet it's candy!"

"Don't be stupid," Cody said. "It's probably old-people raisins or something."

Jane reached for the jar. She set the heavy object down on the table, then twisted the lid off. The family leaned forward in anticipation to see what was inside.

"Huh?" Mark swiped his finger into the substance inside. "What's this stuff?"

A grey powder lay inside the jar, almost to the brim. It was very fine, in grains like pepper. Mark sniffed it. "It smells like some sort of spice."

Julia scooped some into her palm. Dabbing a little on her finger, she gave it a lick. "It's a little salty, with a little bit of a bbq taste. I think it's some sort of salt seasoning."

"I'll try it on dinner tonight, just to test it out." Julia took the jar into the kitchen.

Mark and the kids unpacked the clothing from their suitcases while Julia prepared dinner. Soon enough, the sweet smell of food came drifting into the hallways, a more effective dinner-call than a bell. The entire family was gathered by the table only moments later.

"Wow! This is really good!" Cody took another bite of his chicken wing.

"Is this the spice grandma sent us?" Jane reached for another piece.

Julia nodded. "It's good isn't it? I'm surprised I've never heard of this before, it seems as if something so good would be more popular."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Mark rose from the table and wiped his mouth. "I'll get it."

Peeking into the peephole, Mark spotted a grave-looking man standing on the porch. Opening the door, he greeted him. "Hello. Can I help you?"

The man handed over a letter in a tan envelope. "This came for you. I'm sorry."

Before Mark could ask any questions, the man had already turned and gotten into his car. With a shake of the head, he drove down the road an out of sight.

Closing the door against the cold air, Mark walked back to his family seated around the dinner table. "Some weird guy in a suit. He said he was sorry, and gave me this letter."

"Open it!"

He tore open the letter and laid it down so everyone could see. The letter was printed on a very official looking paper and read:

Dear Mister and Madam,

I hope this news reaches you before the accompanying package. I regret to inform you that on June 13th, social workers discovered Mrs. Belkin's
deceased body in her room. Upon further investigation, it was discovered she had perished almost immediately after suffering a fatal heart attack. Upon the reading of her will, it was deemed that was to be cremated, and according to her last wishes, spread among the garden of her family home.

The accompanying jar contains her remains.

Again, deepest condolences for your loss.

Sincerely,
Arkham City Morgue


**Author's note: Sorry. This wasn't as descriptive as most of my stories. I did this in a rush - the next one will be better, hopefully.