Quick PSA before I get to the good stuff: Dreams of Justice comes out Tuesday! So hurry up and pre-order!
Okay, moving on. This week’s drabble is inspired by the prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a postal carrier in an extreme situation.
I’ll let you decide if the situation is sufficiently extreme.
Broken Monotony
I sling the bag over my shoulder, adjusting the weight. With a sigh, I trudge to the first box. Open it, put in the mail, close it. Then to the next box, then the next. Open, fill, close, over and over down the street.
I thought delivering mail would be interesting. I’d meet people, pet dogs, enjoy the sunshine. But nothing ever happens.
Open, fill, close. Open, fill, close. Open–
“Shit!”
A squirrel leaps out and bounces off my chest.
Breathless, I watch my furry attacker dart across the road.
I hope there aren’t more surprises waiting for me.
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Thank heavens it was only a squirrel.
Lovely take.
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Thanks! 🙂
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There’s worse things than squirrels. At least something happened!
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It would seem more extreme in the moment, perhaps. 😏
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