She swore, smacking her forehead with her fist, once, twice, a third time. This couldn’t happen, not when perfect delivery was so critical.
She hung her head and shook out her shoulders. She was a planner, not a pantser–not free and spontaneous. She opened her mouth, hoping the words would tumble out, all passionate sincerity.
“I’m sorry I…” She drew a blank, and looked back at her notes on the table of her solitary apartment. The words were right there, but her memory was shit.
“It’s no use,” she sighed. “Delivery will have to be by US Mail.”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (01/03/2019): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a character who looks back. It can be a metaphorical reflection or a glance in the rear-view mirror. Who is looking back, and why? Go where the prompt leads.
Valley of the Trolls 
There is nothing I love more than getting cards in the mail; it feels great!
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Sometimes the words are right there but they remain invisible to the mind’s eye. Perhaps poor memory is that eye going blind.
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Wow…you make my prose sound deeper than I am.
But thank God for the US Mail!
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Ha! Well, as long as the stamp is not forgotten.
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I love snail mail. There’s something to be said about getting post cards and letters.
And if you need to you can even pay for Sunday delivery!
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