Hello Lovely People—
When I was young, I loved the walk to the mailbox, and after moving to England some years later, I still found it exciting to peek into the hallway to see if anything had dropped under the letter box. Every time I was filled with anticipation, excitement, and curiosity because I might get a letter, a postcard, or a package slip. To that end, this is the first in an occasional series I’m calling Shine Mail-- it's my letter, sometimes a postcard, to you.
Dawn’s phone beeped as she finished getting dressed after a quick post work shower. A quick glance revealed I’d arrived home from the shop. A moment later, she heard the timer on the oven go off and then stop —definitely time to head downstairs to help with dinner. It was a typical Tuesday night.
As she turned the corner at the base of the stairs and began making her way into the kitchen, something seemed odd. There was music playing, but no other sounds. Then she saw me, on the floor.
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