She sat on her front porch waiting, harboring unwanted thoughts. Will it ever come? Was it lost, never to be seen again?. Is it forgotten amongst an abyss of parcels? Maybe he never sent a letter to begin with. The mailman drove past her house once more. The letter was not being delivered that day.
4 comments:
Hey Amber, I used your 55 on my blog today ...Im so naughty....maybe try to republish this one...somethings wrong!
OK, now it works...that is so cute..I'll bet Jeanne sees alot of that everyday!
Thanks for playing!
oh, this makes me think of the frog and toad story. i love it.
ooo bailey does the fiction too. how wonderful.
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