The Postman

The Light blue Suburban House numbered 73.

THE POSTMAN

         Monday morning, like every other morning, the postman went delivering in the suburban part of the village, the mail of the day. That day, the mailman passed in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. And like every day he delivered the mail to the house owned by the Greens'.

There were 2 letters. One for Mrs. Green and one for Mr. Green. They were the new owners of that house. Moved in about a week ago. New in the village. Unknown to the other villages and neighbours.

         Tuesday morning, like every other morning the postman went delivering in the suburban part of the village, the mail of the day. That day, the mailman passed in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. And like every day he delivered the mail to the house owned by the Greens'.

This Tuesday it was three letters. One for Mrs. Greens, one for Mr. Green and one from a vet company. The post man looked at the window. A puppy was looking out, barking with excitement at him. The postman looked at the dog and continued his morning post delivery.

        Wednesday morning, like every other morning the postman went delivering in the suburban part of the village, the mail of the day. That day, the mailman passed in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. And like every day he delivered the mail to the house owned by the Greens'.

On Wednesday, fours letters had arrived for the Greens. One for Mrs. Green, one for Mr. Green, one from a vet and one from the hospital. A fee for a delivery. The mailman saw the dog barking, wagging his tail at him and the man smiled slightly and put the letter into the mailbox of the house numbered 73.

      Thursday morning, like every other morning the postman went delivering in the suburban part of the village, the mail of the day. That day, the mailman passed in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. And like every day he delivered the mail to the house owned by the Greens'.

This Thursday, three letters had arrived. The usual letters for Mrs. Green, Mr. Green and another fee from the hospital. The mailman saw from outside, looking into the window, the couple holding a baby. They didn't notice him. It was their second child. The dog was also there, looking at him and moving excitedly wanting to play with the stranger passing everyday in front of his house. The mailman smiled softly and left the yard of the house.

       Friday morning, like every other morning the postman went delivering in the suburban part of the village, the mail of the day. That day, the mailman passed in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. And like every day he delivered the mail to the house owned by the Greens'.

On Friday, the mailman delivered two letters. One for Mrs. Green and one for Mr. Green. But today the letter for Mr. Green was from the doctor and was actually a package with lots of letters and information. The mailman looked into the house, the dog greeted him like every other day. He was also greeted by two children. A boy and a girl waving at him from the window. The man grinned and left, continuing his delivery.

     Saturday morning, like every other morning the postman went delivering in the suburban part of the village, the mail of the day. That day, the mailman passed in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. And like every day he delivered the mail to the house owned by the Greens'.

This Saturday, one letter arrived. One letter for Mrs. Green from the funeral home. The mailman smiled sadly understanding what had happened. He looked into the house. The dog loyal as always, barked and greeted him like every other day. But today, he saw no kids, but a woman. A very pretty woman sitting, looking outside crying with a tissue in her hand. The man attempted a comforting smile and a friendly wave. The woman looked at him and offered him the slightest smile with a bit of light returning to her eyes.

     Sunday morning, like every other morning the postman went delivering in the suburban part of the village, the mail of the day. That day, the mailman passed in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. And like every day he delivered the mail to the house owned by the Greens'.

There was only one letter for the blue house. One addressed to Mrs. Green. But today the mailman didn't put the mail in the box but gave it to the woman sitting on a bench on the porch. The man gave the letter and the woman greeted him and thanked him. He only responded with a wave and a nice warming smile.

     Monday morning, not like any other morning before, the postman went delivering the mail of the day in the village centre. That day, the mailman didn't pass in front of the light blue suburban house numbered 73. He left the blue suburban house numbered 73 at dawn. Before leaving, the man smiled and waved energetically at the teenagers. They were nearly adults now. He kissed the woman and wished him a good walk on his morning delivery. He said goodbye and left the light blue suburban house numbered 73 owned by the Ever-Green family.