My 2nd Mailbox
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I hit another mailbox. Crushed it, really. I wasn’t thinking about The Price is Right this time and there were no beautiful joggers on the side of the road.
The distraction was a boy’s bicycle. It was on a lawn, just sitting there on its side. I thought about how I used to drop my bike like that whenever I was in a rush to get into the house. I thought about what it might be like to have children of my own.
The mailbox crumbled like a house of cards.
I was pulling it from under the car when I heard a woman’s voice call out to me. “Are you okay?” she asked.
She was standing in the doorway of the house. The yard was littered with toys and the driveway...
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