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Six Sentence Story: Mailbox

If you have seen the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you will remember the father, who frequently challenges someone to "Give me a word, any word, and I show you that the root of that word is Greek." Sometimes I feel like when Denise gives us the prompt for the Six Sentence Story, I might as well be saying, "Give me a word, any word, and I will tell you a story from my family that has to do with that word."

 This week's prompt: "Mailbox."

 The mailbox looms above his small stature. He reaches up, tugging hard to open the stubborn door. 

 Moving had sounded like so much fun; the anticipation of being able to sneak down to the creek and play for hours had distracted him from the reality that his best friend now lived hours away. The U-Haul moving van was returned on Saturday, Mommy said the mailman doesn't come on Sundays, but today is Monday, and surely a letter will come.

 His small hand plunges inside the mailbox, but his fingers feel only the cool bumpy metal. Has Emily forgotten him?


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  1. Tired TeacherAugust 23, 2018 at 8:40 AM

    Few things are as sad as an empty mailbox.

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    1. KristiAugust 26, 2018 at 8:35 PM

      When a child's concept of time is added to the equation, it is especially difficult.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 23, 2018 at 9:31 AM

    What an excellent Six Sentence story! Such a simple story to carry such feelings, feelings that surely no one among us readers can escape.

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  3. messymimiAugust 23, 2018 at 11:46 AM

    Awww! Hope he hears from her soon.

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    1. KristiAugust 26, 2018 at 8:37 PM

      He was certainly a dedicated mailbox-checker there for a while.

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  4. Pat BAugust 23, 2018 at 1:24 PM

    It only took the second sentence for me to know which family. LOL

    I'll bet when that letter came, he was one excited little boy! Meanwhile that wonderful creek held much to explore.

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    1. KristiAugust 26, 2018 at 8:38 PM

      Time heals all wounds. . . and a creek to explore doesn't hurt, either!

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  5. GirlieOnTheEdgeAugust 23, 2018 at 8:04 PM

    Gosh. I daresay Clark could have written my comment lol
    Nicely done Kristi. So simple and yet, who, of a certain age can't identify with the little boy's anticipation, his wanting to find a letter in the mailbox.

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    1. KristiAugust 26, 2018 at 8:40 PM

      Thanks. I think wanting something that isn't there now is a feeling everyone identifies with at one time or another.

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  6. D. AveryAugust 25, 2018 at 2:55 PM

    Aw, that's sweet and great kid perspective. Well done.

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