Day 138: Mailbox
Create a poem, short story, or journal entry based on a recent item of mail you’ve received.
He blinked hard, hand shakily holding the letter he just opened. Mouth wide open, he stood in front of his home's mailbox with an 80s style ransom note in his hands.
You know the kind right? With the cut-out magazine letters in them, usually demanding some price for the return of a loved one.
"Oh God, Anna," he whispered and sprinted into the house. "ANNA!"
He spent the next 20 minutes running around his modest home looking for his daughter or his wife, Mercy but they were nowhere to be found. He dialed his wife and hoped and prayed she would pick up and this would all be some weird and cruel joke.
"Hello?" Her voice answered.
A ripple of relief went through him. "Oh thank God. You have Anna right?"
"Yes."
He let out a relieved laugh. "I got the weirdest thing in the mail and for some reason, I believed it. It's like a-"
"Oh, you got the note? Good," a male voice had replaced his wife's. "We have instructions for you, Georgie-boy. If you follow them closely. You might see one of them alive again. How's that sound?"
His heart dropped.