Postal Service

❝ And from here, they can't see me stare. I watch the patchwork farms slowly fade into the ocean's arms. Calm down, release your cares. ❞

I sit by the tiny mail slot at the door with my cat, Jasper. It's become a sort of routine now.

The first letter was twelve years ago, I was thirteen and the letter was probably addressed to the girl who lived here before me, but I opened it. Despite my strong urge to simply send it back, I didn't.

The letter read:

Dear _____,

Hi. I forgot your name. Would you mind telling it to me again?

Sincerely yours,

Jericho Adams

I wrote back.