Wednesday, August 28, 2024
Its large square shadow loomed over the edge of the sidewalk onto the grass. The keys hung from my hands, the large keychains click-clacking in the dry California breeze. The letter in my hand felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, heavy against my palm. I took a deep breath and a moment to make one final request to God before finally opening the stupid little door in the corner of my street's mailbox.
"Please let the letter be in there."
I slipped my letter into the outgoing mail slot, making sure it went all the way down into the metal chamber. Then I slid my key into the hole, turned it and opened the door to find...
Nothing. Well, not nothing, but seemingly nothing important to me. I took out the pile of promo papers that would inevitably end up in the recycling bin and tucked them under my arm. My heart dropped into my stomach with anticipation as I stared at the three white envelopes stacked on top of each other.
I picked up the first one.
"Capital One," it read.
I picked up the second one.
"Golden Gate Bridge Toll Notice," I rolled my eyes knowing we'd already paid that pesky little $10 fee.
I looked up and immediately noticed the last envelope was different than that of a standard bill. There was uneven black writing on the back of it. Never in my life have I ever grabbed anything that fast.
"Vivienne Henderson," it read with the rest of my mailing address below it.
I stared at the letter. It had my name on it. MY NAME!!! My address, my city, my zip code, all my information was in this envelope. And even better was the return address in the top left corner,
"PVT Walker, John, Fort Johnson NC."
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The Mailbox
Non-Fiction"Dear John," Vivienne Henderson is a junior at Elcomb High School trying her best to just take life day by day and make the most of the first semester of her junior year. "You have no idea how much I miss you." The only thing stopping her from doing...
