She dropped the unopened mail on a stack of old newspapers with a sigh and turned to leave. There was still so much to do and she just didn’t have time for this. The ruffled envelope on top of the pile beckoned her again, and again she refused to give into it. Distracting herself she glanced in the big mirror over the dresser, tucking a stray lock of hazel hair behind her ear and stood for a long moment just looking at her own reflection. Sometimes the woman she saw in that mirror was nothing like the woman she thought herself to be.
Feeling like her thoughts were drifting a little too close to something she most definitely didn’t want to get into now, she gave up and turned her attention back to the letters in front of her. She knew what most of them contained and brushed them aside with disinterest… all except for the one in the ruffled envelope. That one she wasn’t expecting. So, its presence worried her. And that was probably why she now felt this reluctance to open it. If only it would be…
The paper felt unimpressive between her finger tips, and yet they trembled a little as they started to break open the seal. Twice, she had to stop to dispel foolishly hopeful notions from her mind of what it might be. There was a time when she would have torn it open in breathless anticipation… her eyes too eager and impatient to wait to read the lines held within it to allow her hands any kind of restraint or delicacy in freeing the message. But those times did not exist anymore. Perhaps, neither did those letters. At least, not for her…
I started writing this and then realised I didn’t want to continue… I think I know what I wanted to say, but I am not sure that I actually wanted to say it.
She dropped the unopened mail on a stack of old newspapers with a sigh and turned to leave. There was still so much to do and she just didn’t have time for this. The ruffled envelope on top of the pile beckoned her again, and again she refused to give into it. Distracting herself she glanced in the big mirror over the dresser, tucking a stray lock of hazel hair behind her ear and stood for a long moment just looking at her own reflection. Sometimes the woman she saw in that mirror was nothing like the woman she thought herself to be.
Feeling like her thoughts were drifting a little too close to something she most definitely didn’t want to get into now, she gave up and turned her attention back to the letters in front of her. She knew what most of them contained and brushed them aside with disinterest… all except for the one in the ruffled envelope. That one she wasn’t expecting. So, its presence worried her. And that was probably why she now felt this reluctance to open it. If only it would be…
The paper felt unimpressive between her finger tips, and yet they trembled a little as they started to break open the seal. Twice, she had to stop to dispel foolishly hopeful notions from her mind of what it might be. There was a time when she would have torn it open in breathless anticipation… her eyes too eager and impatient to wait to read the lines held within it to allow her hands any kind of restraint or delicacy in freeing the message. But those times did not exist anymore. Perhaps, neither did those letters. At least, not for her…