The walls are bare and the shelves are empty. There is nothing left of the home it used to be. Now her things look tiny and insignificant. Sitting in the bedroom, she hears the last trace of her old lover as the door closes. Can she breath a sigh of relief? What will her world …
mail fraud…
The mail comes spilling out of her arms and onto the gravel of the drive. She is thinking shit and other explicatives. Carrying all the mail for three people, her bag and a water bottle is giving her fits. She picks it up quickly while trying to balance all the other. The card slides out …
Dixie's Road Trip 