Day Five: Be Brief

I’m walking my normal neighborhood route and expecting nothing out of the ordinary.  I saw the paper – a little tattered and damp from the previous day’s rain – snagged by the flox which surrounded the mailbox. I walked on. My curiosity got the best of me and I turned back. I picked up the paper careful not to tear it and saw the words Help me please!  Was it really a cry for help?  Was it someone’s idea of a joke?  Or was it just a way to respond to a boring situation?  I’ll never know.


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