When Brain Shuts Down and Mouth Says, "Don't Worry, I Got This"

Michelle S.
A man licked every envelope clean, wiping his face with my only book of stamps. Messages fell like stricken oxen at the roadside. I raked them into a cave for storage. Upon returning I noticed flurries of parade confetti.

The Dear Johns had smothered Happy Mother's Day in a fit of jealousy. All wept. Suddenly Happy New Year wrestled Secretary's Day into submission. I then realized that Merry Christmas was so quiet because it was dripping down my chin. Finally to escape Happy Birthday jumped on the 'round-about that I accidentally broke.

Published by Michelle S.

I am a 26 year old college graduate from St. Vincent College with a bachelors in English. Currently I am working on earning a Masters degree in Human Resources Management. I love to write about film, telev...  View profile

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