When Delath Strikes.(#Wattys2015)

Another Parcel.

I creaked open the old wooden door as the postman handed me another parcel. I accepted it with thanks as I carried it wearily into my lonely house. I ripped open the crisp brown paper and peered inside the small box.

I was stunned at what I saw.

A ragged old teddy bear missing it left eye peered at me. I remembered it from somewhere. I carried on glaring at it trying to remember where ive seen it before. Then the memories came flooding back as I held the bear close.

I carried this bear everywhere when I was young. To the crooked old shop down the road, to the bright and colorful park, on every camping trip and even to the fair.

Thats when I recalled dropping the bear under the ride during the accident and then it was gone forever. Until now.

I quietly creeped to the phone with the ragged old bear in my shakey hand as I called Rebekah and Stephanie on the phone and they rushed over.

We sat in the middle of my empty living room as I showed them the photograph I received the day before and the ragged old bear I received today.

"Can we trace the postal address on the wrappers? " said Stephanie.

"Its well worth a try." Said Rebekah.

I agreed as we took both of the parcel wrappers to the worn post office down the road.

We stepped down the busy streets and squeaked open the post office door as the bell dinged above. We took it to the lady behind the counter  as she inspected the address code on the front. She beeped the code on her ancient computer as she wrote the address on a piece of crisp paper with her chewed pen and handed it to us with her frail wrinkled hand, nails painted red.

"There you are girls." She scowled as she pushed the address towards us.

"Thank you " I replied politely.

She glared at us with her grey eyes fastened to her wrinkled face as we left the post office.

The address read:

102 Delath Grove.