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Submitted to Contest #302
Eleanor’s mornings had followed the same rhythm for years. Tea. Crossword. Good morning talk shows. A glance at the clock around ten, when no one ever called. She wasn’t lonely (or so she told herself) just long-accustomed to silence.This morning was different.The envelope was an aged-white, slightly crumpled – folded in the middle – and dirtied by years of dust and pocket lint. The corners rolled inwards; the flap peeling from retired old glue. There was no name on the envelope, only an address and an old stamp.When Eleanor opened the door ...
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