Sinful Correspondence

Sinful Correspondence

The lady was waiting for me at

the door as I climbed the

eight stairs to reach the top.

She was gorgeous, a real treat

to look at but I had noticed the

thin lips right from the bottom of the

stairs and I had become wary.

She was holding the letter and

tapping it against her other

hand, she waited for me to

reach the top before speaking.

Her beauty faded quite rapidly

as she began to speak.

"Are you stupid," she asked,

almost nonchalantly,

I stared but kept quiet as it

seemed to be one of those

questions that it didn't pay

to answer.

"This is the third time I have

got mail from these people,

it says number four,

and this is number six."

I looked at the letter

and noticed immediately that

she was right.

I had fucked up and now it

was time to face the music.

"You know I don't like the idea

that maybe you are delivering

my mail to another house," she

hissed, "You have to pay more

attention to your job."

I looked closely into her eyes

and saw Satan, I had

committed the ultimate sin and now

I had to answer to the demon.

"I mean, how hard is it to

look at the number and put it

in the right box, don't they

train you people on how to do

it right?"

One thousand invectives rose to

my lips and I stifled them

all. It was all I could do to

stop myself from reaching out

and strangling this woman,

after making her eat the letter.

I could reach down her throat

and pull out her heart but I

was unsure whether

I would find one beating

in there.

I reached out and grabbed the

letter and after verifying

that I had indeed made the

horrifying mistake,

I slowly reached over the

railing and deposited it into

the box next door.

The heavens did not open up

and strike me down,

I simply grinned,

turned around and walked

down the stairs.

I did not look back up the

stairs but a few houses down

I did hear a door slam.

MCC