There are some missions that are so important that once you start, you can’t go back. This was one of those missions. I was chosen, hand-picked, out of a group of 5 individuals because I was the strongest person for the job. At least that’s what they tell me. I believe that they chose me because I was the only one dumb enough to do it.
I started out about 3:00 PM. I put on 2 extra pairs of pants, my boots, a jacket, and my coat. I zipped up the 2 zippers and buttoned up the coat. I put on my thick wool hat and wrapped a scarf around my neck. Before stepping outside, I made sure that my ears were covered with earmuffs. I opened and closed the door quickly so that as little snow as possible would get inside.
My destination was only reachable by foot. No car or bike could make this trip. So, I started walking. The snow was pounding on my face. I fell only seconds into this mammoth journey. It was only with the help of God that I was able to stand back up. I continued. All I could see was white. Maybe a shadow in the distance. That is what I focused my eyes on.
The snow was falling hard enough to cover my steps as I walked. But I had to get there. My mission was too important. Finally, I made it to the mailbox. Now, I must head back.
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David E. Perry
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Comments (4)
Well done! "I was chosen, handpicked, out of 5 individuals" was quite funny on the re-read.
well done!
I laughed out loud at this! Nice work!
Oh. My. Gosh. The twist had me almost fall out of my seat. You got me good! I was so into this treacherous journey 😂 Nicely done