Wrong Mail

"The mailman keeps on sending me the wrong mail," Helen muttered to herself. She read the name on the envelope: Teddy Smith. Once again Helen was standing at the door of her neighbour across the hallway. She rang the doorbell, expecting no one to answer as always; however, this time the door opened.

Helen has just graduated collage and works as a kindergarten teacher. She often notices the wonderful graffiti on her way to work. Although her life is going well so far. She longs for something more meaningful.

This is a one chapter short story.