One of our neighbor’s mailboxes is down. While we were out driving to run errands earlier today, I spotted the blue metal box laying morosely in the snow, grumbling to itself. Peering closely, I could see the tire tracks that went ever so slightly off road. The car, I could see, somehow missed the adjoining neighbor’s mailbox by an inch, and then struck ol’ blue, minding his own business. Wooden pole? What wooden pole. Gone!
The irony? There was a “Slow Down In Our Neighborhood” sign on the other side of the blue mailbox. Guess they didn’t see it.
For some reason, I found this all quite hilarious. And I wanted to share. Don’t worry–ol’ blue will be just fine.
I am still querying at the moment for my second novel, GOTD. Best of wishes to everyone in their writing and creative journeys. Cheers.
Peregrine Arc 