Janet stood at the very edge of her property. The toes of her shoes exactly one centimetre from the crack where the footpath and the driveway merged. She had been standing there for the past five minutes having heard the Postman’s motorbike struggling up the hill. She was expecting a letter any day now but, disappointingly, he drove straight past without stopping.
“No post today” she told the cat from next door. “Maybe tomorrow eh Horatio?” Horatio ignored her, jumping up to sit on the letterbox as if in wait for the junk mail.
“Any day now” Janet muttered to herself as she shuffled back inside and sat down to write another letter to the Attorney General. She’d have to pardon her one day. She couldn’t be under house arrest forever.
Copyright October 2015