The Screaming Mailman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short tale about the power of love between strangers.

Submitted: September 30, 2008

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The Screaming Mailman

He never looked up when I entered the diner. He sat alone at a small table in the corner, obviously troubled by something. I felt compelled to exchange greetings with him, but I didn’t. If only he would have looked at me. Would we have spoken to one another then? What is that thing that humans do when they sit quietly by themselves and scream their troubles to the world? His screams were deafening. I could hardly bare it. In that moment I knew I had to help him some how. My heart thumped wildly in the prison of my ribcage. Time stood still as I swept pass him and for an instant his owlish eyes flicked from his food to observe this freckle faced girl stroll like a giraffe over to the cash register.

When I approached the clerk whose nametag read "Janice", I realized I had stopped breathing. I parted my lips ever so slightly to take a sip of air. Janice was fooled by my cool demeanor. Pointing at a pack of slim jims, I withdrew four quarters from my pocket as she stabbed unseen numbers into the register. It popped open with a "Ding!" She handed me my receipt without a smile. How I wish she might have prolonged my staywith a simple "have a nice day," or even better, lasso me in to idle conversation about the weather or the patterns on my striped sneakers. Anything to prevent me from turning around and inevitably locking eyes with that mailman. I loved the stranger sitting there in the corner, how could he return my love?

I took a deep breathe then pivoted, purposefully pinning my eyes to the ground to avoid his gaze. My plan hadn't worked for long. Destiny played it's part. I glanced in his direction and caught an unexpected wink.

Blood rushed to my cheeks. There was no mistaking my level of embarrassment.

A bell laughed and jingled as I quickly exited the store, in such a short time I had forgotten how warm it was outside. A breeze blew straight in my face, flicking loose strands of hair here and there. I turned around to steal one last look, sifting through the reflections and shadows on the giant diner windows until I found the familiar pair of eyes. He grinned boldly, I smiled shyly.

My sister had been waiting for me in the car. Casually tapping her painted fingernails on the steering wheel, slowly nodding her head that way all girls do when they're listening to the radio. As I hopped in and fastened my seatbelt a great feeling washed over me. The mailman wasn't screaming anymore.


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