The Red Postbox : a short fiction as prose

his tongue was dry
so he rolled it
around his mouth
finally able to moisten
the flap of the envelope
to fasten it down
he paused for a moment
apprehensive as to what
this small deed
would mean for him
and for a second
considered returning home,
yet as his pulse raced
and his mind travelled
the infinite futures
this simple action could bring
shuddering at some
yet delighting in others,
he allowed himself
a heartbeat smile
then let the letter slip
from his nervous fingers
and into the unknown.

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