Dear Mr. PostMan

How does this thing work?

1963 – John

John stood there, holding Anna's letter in one hand and the strange contraption in the other, completely baffled.

"What the hell is this thing?" he thought, twisting the phone this way and that. It was sleek, all shiny and futuristic, and it definitely didn't look like any phone he'd ever seen.

"You know, John, it might help if you read the bloody letter first."

With a sigh, he decided to see what Anna had written. The more he read, the more confused he became. A phone from the future? What was all this about 2018? John had never been one for getting his head around technology, but this... this was something else.

As he finished reading, he noticed something slide off the table and onto the floor. He bent down to pick it up and realized there were two pictures. "What's this?" John wondered aloud. As he looked at them, his heart skipped a beat.

The pictures were of Anna, and she was, quite frankly, the most beautiful bird he'd ever seen. Her brown hair framed her face perfectly, and her green eyes shone with a kind of warmth that made John forget where he was for a second. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. And her dog, Jack—who looked like a German Shepherd—was a nice touch too.

"Alright, John, enough daydreaming. You've got a phone to figure out."

With a determined grunt, John set the pictures down and started pressing buttons on the phone, hoping for some miracle to happen. After a few awkward taps, he managed to send something back to Anna.

"Wait... did I actually do it?"

A loud "beep!" rang through the room, making John jump. He looked at the screen, grinning like an idiot.

"Can't believe this is working, John. And thank you. You don't look half bad either. 😉"

John blinked, eyes widening. "She thinks I look cute too?" He let out a little laugh, then froze. "Wait... what's with that little wink? How the bloody hell is she doing that?"

Before he could overthink it, Anna's next message popped up.

"They're called emojis. There should be a smiley face in the bottom left corner."

"Left-hand screen? Where? Oh—there!"

John's eyes lit up as he found the emoji menu. "Blimey, these things are gear." He started sending a bunch of them, not even knowing what half of them meant, but having fun anyway.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed again.

"John, enough with the emojis. Will you?"

John chuckled. "Bloody hell, she's got a point."

Just then, he heard George's voice booming from across the room.

"John, what the bloody hell are you smiling at?"

John looked up to see his mates—George, Paul, and Ringo—walking over to him with curious expressions. "George, can't you see I'm busy? But hey, maybe I can call her later tonight. She said this thing's a phone too," John thought, quickly firing off a goodbye message to Anna.

"Yeah, I would like that, John. Tell Paul and George and Ringo I say hi."

John smirked at the screen before putting his phone down and walking over to the lads.

"Wow, John, what's that?" George asked, clearly fascinated by the device in John's hand.

"It's a phone, apparently," John said, shrugging. "Anna calls it a 'telly phone'—like the ones you'd have at home, but no cords. She had this idea, and it works. We send messages back and forth. Oh, and she says hi."

"Blimey, that's impressive," Paul said, wide-eyed. "So, what does she look like?"

John scratched his head for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain Anna.

"Well," he started, "she's got the most gorgeous brown hair, and her eyes—green, like the grass. She's got this sweet look about her. Oh, and she's got a dog, a German Shepherd named Jack. Can't forget him." John smiled, feeling his cheeks warm at the thought of Anna.

The boys looked at him, all intrigued. "Sounds like you fancy her, Johnny boy," Ringo teased, raising an eyebrow.

John just shrugged, a little embarrassed. "Alright, alright, I do. But you lot wouldn't understand. You're still stuck in our time. I'm talking about someone from the future."

The lads laughed, but their curiosity didn't fade. Instead of rehearsing their songs for the upcoming tour, they spent the next hour chatting about Anna, wondering what she'd be like when John finally got to hear her voice. Would she sound like the girl in the pictures? Or would she be just as mind-blowing as the whole situation?

As the night went on, John found himself growing more and more excited about hearing her voice for the first time. The thought of this girl from the future, living in a world he couldn't even begin to imagine—it was all so wild, but also strangely... right.

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