Schools closed due to snow. No one to look after kids, taken day off, gone park to build snowmen. Loves.
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Post It Note Short
I wish 2019 to be good to you and those around you, may all hopes and dreams come true.
Post It Note Short #48
Turning thirty doesn’t mean you have to lose youth, you’ll still be yourself, just wiser and better.
(PS. It’s actually my 30th birthday today! – Hayley.)
Post It Note #46
Today is the day to do it, no more putting it off! Believe in yourself and everything will pay off.
Postcard #42
Dear Lucy,
Please ignore the picture on the front. It’s an old postcard I had to dig out of my stash! This is a sign of how bad things are becoming down here. The weather has slowed delivers coming in and only wants needed has been arriving. The shop is sold out of almost everything and the village council are handing out supplies.
I have been raiding my chest freezer and finding all the wild berries, fruits etc we picked over the years. Knew they’d be handy some day, but not like this! Don’t bother to send anything, it won’t get through as they have stopped all personal packages and none important mail. I’m sneaking this one out!
All the best, Vernon.
Post it Note #38
The weather forecast says there’s a hurricane coming, so please make sure you stock up when you go to the store. Also, board up everything you can and I’ll see you tomorrow night.
Post It Note #37
Here’s a little note to cheer you up whilst you eat your lunch. Remember that; no matter what happens I will always love you.
Post It Note #35
Jerk, remember to buy milk. Here’s some money. Don’t smash up the shop like last time! I’m not saving your behind again! Also, pick up our suit from the cleaners for the ball tomorrow. We need to be on time to give a speech, so make sure you are home early. No excuses!
PS. Did you eat all my chicken?
Hyde.
Be A Better Person
It had been a rough year. Everything that could have gone wrong had. Normally people have bad days and weeks, but for me things had kept spiraling. Now, I was forcing things to be up again. So far it was working.
I guess there weren’t many people who didn’t know about my struggles which is why I had no idea who left the handmade postcard in my diary. It had to be someone at work because I’d not left my diary unattended anywhere else.
There were no clues on the card though. It simple said two things. ‘Better’ on the front in bold bright letters and ‘Be a better person’ on the other side in bright blue. It had been printed off a computer, so there was no handwriting to go off.
I sat at my desk, holding the postcard in both my hands and staring at it. The office chatter had died down as it was lunchtime. A few people were still working away but they are all too far in the background.
‘Be a better person,’ I said aloud, just to make sure I had read the words.
What a strange thing to say.
It didn’t feel motivational or inspiring.
I stuck the postcard next to my computer screen and looked at it. My mind was reflecting on what someone was trying to tell me.
My moods and behavior hadn’t been good lately, but that was understandable. My husband’s affair, the divorce, finding out his new wife had given him the baby I never could have, my dog dying, the car crash and month in hospital, almost losing my job and house. Did that make it reasonable that I’d become an emotional and mental wreak?
The word “better” was sticking with me. Why not strong? or powerful or something else. Of course they could mean it in the get well sense, but even then….
I picked up the postcard and tugged it back into my diary. It was just too distracting.
Oh well….At least whoever left it meant well…..
(Please note this is a work of fiction. None of it reflects my real life.)
Post It Note #28
She didn’t know what happened, but somehow she’d lost a day. She knew it had something to do when the clocks had gone back at one am because of the post it note in her hand which told her to change her watch. Other then that though, there was nothing else to tell her what had gone on, but somehow she just knew that instead of a hour gained, she had had lost twenty-four hours.
The Story Files 