Ever had one of those moments where you had a good idea, but didn’t write it down because you’re with friends? That happens to me so often, it kills the development of posts for this blog. Which also explains the lack of stories on this blog. But I guess I have to face it and get on with my life huh?
Where would we be without a way to post things? Posts are so versatile and friendly. I can’t imagine life without them. Have you ever really taken the time to think? I mean, think about all the posts in the world!
There’s post boxes, blog posts, military posts, forum post, Corinthian, power-on self-tests, Post cereals, New York Post, The Washington Post, The Christian Post, The Jerusalem Post, The Sunday Post, National Post, The Sunday Business Post, Australasian Post, and even a Post Magazine! Heck, this in itself is a post! So many things in the world use the word, “post”!
Just imagine a world without a postal service. We’d collapse as a system! Where are we without our communications systems? Where would we keep all the post service workers? Would they go…postal? Haha, no. It’s quite hard to imagine a world without the postal service ever existing. Many of our communications systems are based on the very foundations of the postal system, and without it, communications over long distances would be hard. Think of the people!
He Went Postal
“Honey, have you heard from Bob? Ever since our mailbox disappeared, we haven’t any letters.” , asked Jim. His melancholic wife, Cassidy, turned towards hopeful Jim, and shattered his dreams by telling him, “No…Jim…Bob is dead. He’s gone!” Jim looked down, his heart pulling him closer and closer to the ground. “This…this cannot be! When?” questioned Jim. Cassidy cast her view across the room and out the window, trying to get out of Jim’s cross hairs.
“Months ago…we lost our box the day we lost him,” remarked Cassidy. Jim voice began to crack as he asked, “How…how could this happen?” Cassidy looked out the window with a stark look on her face. Shadows from the window frame rested on her face.
“He was murdered. We found Kim next to his body…” Jim was now silent as stone. Mind and body stricken with mournful feelings, Jim was at a complete loss. Tears flooded the room with sadness as rain fell from his eyes. Cassidy looked at Jim with sympathy, and comforted him. But comfort wasn’t what Jim was looking for. Comfort wasn’t what he needed. He needed to send revenge towards those responsible.
The next day, Jim left early before his wife had gotten up. A post-it note reading, “Won’t be catching you around. Love, Jim” was left on the counter alongside a cold plate of breakfast. Cassidy never heard from Jim again, not until that final day where he waved good bye from the depths of the ground.
