The mailbox - continued

Good news, I found the ending.

She takes a deep breath and slips the key into the lock. Her hand gropes the dark cavern for the contents: bill, bill, bill, junk mail, letter. She can't believe her eyes there it is.

She blinks then carefully re-reads the envelop. Her eyes have not failed her. It clearly says: Smith & Gordon publishing house.

She can't wait she madly tears the envelop open. Her eyes merrily skim the contents of the letter.

"Dear Susan ...
It is our pleasure to inform you that your manuscript...
has been selected for publication."

"Oh, my heavens!" She exclaims.

She flies home eager to share the news.

"It came! It came!" She roars.

"Slow down, what came?" John enquires.

Susan thrusts the letter at him.

"Did you read this?"

"What do you mean? Of course, I read it. It's great news."

"Yes, for Susan I. Johnson."

"Who? What? What do you mean?"

John hands the letter back. "Susan I. Johnson" his finger outlines the truth.

Of course, he is right: even though the envelop was addressed to her the contents belong to another. The brass ring was within her grasp but now magically it has disappeared.

Copyright by Leanne Dyck on July 26, 2006