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By pam Leitermann
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
squeaky brakes that come from that truck
the one our town mail man drives.
Anticipation is an emotional addition
like an adrenalin rush you get when
you cross the finish line first!
My heart is pounding with excitement
I know because I can feel it in my throat.
That is how it feels everyday when I go
down my long black top, drive way,
to the finish line to the mail, box which
holds my future.
“Dum” “Da” “Dum” “Dum!” that’s the
sound that comes from my mind each time
I stretch out my arm to grab hold of the handle
on the door to the box, that holds my future.
As I reach in and pull out what might be my
ticket out of here, out of this crazy existence
the existence of my own thoughts!
I know this will be the day after all, I did
everything that was required of me. I wrote
with excitement! To keep the reader turning
each page with anticipation. I put all the
punctuations in the right places.
The description of all the characters were
explained thoroughly so the reader could
get a clear view in their mind of what each
one looked like.
Oh! Here goes that sound again; “Dum” “Da”
“Dum” “Dum!” Well the mail is in my hands
now I have to sort through it. A gas bill,
a phone bill and an insurance advertisement.
Oh! wait a minute there it is the one I
have been waiting for! I don’t know if
I can open it. All right already just calm
down it is only a letter, I am reassuring
myself again.
That “Dum” “Da” “Dum” sound seems to
grow louder everyday along with the
pounding in my heart and throat.
The drive way seems like its longer today too.
Well it is all about to come to an end.
That is what I felt like as I walked into
house and threw the mail on the kitchen
table. All accept of course the five by seven
manila envelope that was marked first class mail.
I held it with such a tight grip like it was going
to disappear!
Well I decided to open it anyway so I peeled the
corner back and ripped it open.
I could not bring myself to pull the paper out
so I just stood there for what seemed like a
half an hour I am sure it was one minute though.
Ok so here it goes I am pulling this paper out and
that’s that.
It’s folded in two just like all the others
when I unfolded it, there it was stamped in red ink
REJECTION! I can’t remember is this eight or nine!
“Oh!” well that doesn’t matter, I am already planning
for my trip tomorrow down that long black, drive way.
“Dum” “Da” “Dum” “Dum!” is this what Moses felt like?
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I'd rather get a rejection letter than not hear anything.
I think it should be named, "Dum, Da, Dum".
(smile)