An Excerpt from the fiction novel "The Mailbox of the Kindred Spirit"
by LB Sedlacek
"Ernie:
I
hope this finds you well. My handwriting
is getting too shaky now to write much.
I still fish, though.
I
bet you are wondering about this mailbox I told you about in my last
letter. Go to Sunset Beach. Park at the pier. Bring good walking shoes and your dog if you
have one.
It’s
two miles south approximately. Start
walking!
The
mailbox is almost beyond the end of the sand dunes line. There’s a small flagpole there, but I can’t
promise it will stay with the weather.
There’s
a bench, too. Come on. Sit a spell.
Read the mail.
Yours
truly,
Melody"