Inspired by this box of lavender envelopes I just purchased.

As The bodies sleep, paper stacks.

It sat there,innocent after all it was only letter wasnt it?

It really makes no sense to stamp the sheet of paper, folded into envelopes, and immediately provided with the address label and postage. It takes far too long and it is later than the tenth letter gaga, wants you to zugewühlt completely. Since the stamps are suddenly gone, or bathe in the letterhead pad.

A short story about one item that could possibly be found in someone’s attic, in this case Jeff’s late aunt. The story, of course, is pure fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. I’ve always wanted to say that.

Short story for a willing patriot.

The game of love should never be over.

Just my thoughts

A simple story.

A true story about the way it was back in the old days. This is a story snapshot of memories.