'Postal' by Kelly Daniel

The post-box was right outside her front gate.  She shut the front door behind her and walked over to it.  She looked at the letter in her hand. Her address was beautifully written and the stamp completely symmetrical. She allowed the letter to slip through the void and heard it slump into the dark. For some reason she had brought her purse.  She looked at it.  Money, cards, receipts, photos of her kids.  She posted that too and started walking