For Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge, this week’s photo was certainly a challenge for me.
Photo ©Kirsty TG
I had to keep pulling up this pic to stare at it before I had any idea what I was going to write about. This is what I came up with eventually.
The cast iron mailbox stood at the edge of a lonely road that ran through a wild meadow where nobody walked, except I, who wandered through the long grasses to pick bouquets of flowers.
I strayed there one night, love sick and sad, and watched as a horseman, dark as his horse and as silent, stopped by the box and slipped a letter inside.
The white corner of the envelope stuck out, temptingly, and I tugged, turned the letter in my hands to catch the moonlight. It was addressed to me.