Sunday, April 26, 2009

the first letter





sally johnson had no relatives and no friends so she was surprised to find a letter in her mailbox when she came home from work. sally looked around. the mailboxes were beside the elevator and were old and almost always empty. she opened the letter.
it was postmarked buenos aires and had no return address. it contained a single sheet of paper with one word:


love



she put the letter in her pocket and got in the elevator and went up to her room on the 51st floor. she made herself an organic peanut butter sandwich on spinach bread and watched a show.







the second letter

6 comments:

human being said...

quite intriguing...
i'm trapped... i should go on now... and read more...

kj said...

hello! i've arrived by way of human being's good directions. and you've got me hooked already. compellingly compelling....

:)
kj

kj said...

oh rhoda, by the way, i impulsively added my name as a link and that is only the second time i have ever done that--hb being the first--but i did and i hope you don't mind. i hope it wasn't presumptious. i had just read your poem on hb's blog and i was light headed from it so my impulsivity came spilling out.

xo

Sophia said...

Interesting. Definitely wondering where this is going to lead.

Here by way of Human Being's blog.

rhoda said...

kj,
no problem with the link ... i love all followers

rhoda

kathleenmaher said...

love, buenos aires, and a peanut butter on spinach bread sandwich: I like all those.