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PROMPT May 14th What was the best/worst letter or email you ever received or wrote? Write about the situation surrounding that letter, and why it was so significant. Collin sat in a rickety little chair at his puny little table with a morning cup of tea. He plunked in two cubes of sugar which he stole from the family down the lane, and then poured in a little cream that he'd left out for a few days. The brew curdled into a muddy kind of muck. He gave the muck a few good stirs with the only spoon he owned. Well, he didn't really own the spoon; he'd stolen that too. In fact, just about everything Collin had was stolen. But Collin didn't care. He thought of it as simply "borrowing". The table was shoved against the only window in his cottage. He could see everything he needed to see from that window. And that morning, as Collin peered out the window, a small bird, tiny in size, flitted from a tree and perched happily on the flag of his post box. The flag! It was up! There was mail in the box! Collin threw his spoon aside and gulped down his muck and raced out the door. He pounced on the box and gave it a hug. Collin always gave the box a hug. He loved to receive mail. Not that Collin had any reason to receive mail. He had no friends and no bills to pay. But mail was mail and Collin loved mail, and anything Collin loved deserved a big hug. Mind you, Collin didn't love much. Well, he loved Colleen. That's who he loved. But sad to say, Colleen did not love him back. But he wrote Colleen letters, every five years for the past 200 years to be exact. And Collin hoped beyond hope that one day...one day...she would write back. So maybe that's why Collin loved mail. Any day, any letter, could be a letter from her. A little sweat broke out on Collin's face as he opened the box. Slowly and gingerly he brought the door down. He was almost too frightened to look. He squeezed his eyes shut and stood for a moment. Anxious and cold, he felt sweat drip down his cheek. For someone who loved mail as much as Collin loved mail, he certainly made a dramatic show of said mail. Then he pushed one arm into the box and pinched the edge of the little white post. Slowly he pulled and pulled some more, until finally...the envelope was out. It was out! But Collin didn't look. Instead, he stuffed the little envelope under his grimy brown shirt and dashed back to the cottage where he fell into his chair. He pulled the post from his shirt and flipped it from one side to the other. He ran a long nasty nail under the flap. A beige bit of stationery peeked from under the flap. Collin's heart gave a start. This could be it! A letter from her! His heart gave a patter. And then... Collin pulled out the paper and opened it up. His eyes shot to the end. He wanted only to see two little words...they were, "Love, Colleen." But there at the end...oh how sad it was...no words from Colleen. Collin sniffed a small sniff and took the letter inside. He placed it on a pile next to his chair. But Collin didn't lose hope. That was one thing he had. Because maybe tomorrow...yes, tomorrow...a letter would come. A letter for him. A letter from her. |
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