pss:secrets.

a/n: well that title is super redundant, isn't it. i forgot to do one this sunday, so here it is. it is mucho late. 

pss:

kathy exhales slowly as she slides a postcard into her cream-colored almost cardboard-y mailbox. as she presses the door closed, she glances around. 

good thing the mailman isn't here yet, she thinks. she opens the mailbox quickly, snapping the red flag into the upright position as she removes the postcard from the metal chamber. she slowly reads the secrets in her head.

i stole that book for my husband's christmas present. yup, i did that. but it was for good reason! he needed to have that! hm... what else is on here...

she goes over them and as she reaches the last one, she attempts to blink back tears. she holds the postcard to her chest and hugs it, as if trying to force the emotions in the writing back into her heart. a car motor sneaks in through the fabric of the moment, and kathy turns around. the mailman is going down the road to the end of the cul-de-sac

he'll be here soon... time to say goodbye.

she kisses the postcard, places it gingerly into the mailbox, and closes the door. and even more slowly, she walks back towards her house.