Jul 26 2008
Mailbox Miseries Series… Part Three
MAILBOX MISERIES SERIES
PART THREE
Written by Sara A. Harris
The air shallows as thunderclouds clap overhead, rolling by in gunmetal gray. Diabolically fluent, they roar one after the other… sweeping past, oblivious to the world below.
“Let it be good news.” I think silently, as any sudden movement may alter the fates hidden in the recesses of my mailbox’s sullen, inert chamber. Perhaps, this is the day I’ve waited for… perhaps not. Or above all else, if by some cosmic alignment in something other than Orion, let today be a calendar event in history as I receive the news of successful publication! What are the odds? The possibilities are infinite… noted by the erratic beat of my heart, pulsing in wicked succession to my breathing, and I wait for the unknown adventures or misadventures of my mailbox misery. Anxiety builds to an internal chaos and I vacillate while narrowly escaping a fit of psychotic jubilation. “Let it be good news.”
Somehow, though, this welcomed response is interchanged by innumerable amounts of what I like to call Trash Mail, which can be viewed with absolute indifference. But even worse is the sudden manifestation of the abysmal and merciless, Rejection Letter. Form or personalized it comes in varied shapes and sizes. An intoxicating touchstone, it taunts me, and only it knows what lies beneath that glaring white packaging. Only it knows the affecting outcome. Everyone is watching… everyone is waiting for may reaction.
Cue the scary music, cut, print… check the gate.
To be continued…
