Friday, 19 April 2013
'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
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I completely relate to that temptation. Thank you for writing this!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it! Thank you for commenting.
DeleteOoh - there's a surprise! Such a lot in so tiny a space - that takes clever!
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