For most of you tomorrow is Tuesday, February 13 but down here in my neck of the woods, it’s anything but an ordinary day. That’s right, it’s Mardi Gras y’all! If you aren’t familiar, I’ll catch you up to speed. It’s a sweeping cultural holiday with hints of religious origins. Fat Tuesday, as it’s also known, is a day of celebrating, splurging and of course, sweets, before the somber church season of Lent. Before I share my Valentiny entry, allow me to introduce you (Susanna) to the world-famous King Cake. The doughnut shop in the small town that I call home (and every donut shop, bakery and grocer in the state actually) is known for their King Cakes. There are as many different styles of King Cakes as floats in the parades, but my particular favorite is this one– a big, stuffed glazed donut (this one is chocolate, obviously!) Trust me, it’s even better than it sounds. So please enjoy a digital slice of King Cake as you read through all of the wonderful Valentiny stories. Since you’re here, you might as well start with mine, right? (In case you were wondering, I’m not actually allowed to take the wrapper off- I don’t get to eat this one.)
Without further ado, my Valentiny entry… a story of hope in (under) 214 words.
Every Day but Sunday
There was a time when Amber didn’t even think about the mail.
She never wondered what was in all those envelopes and she surely didn’t know what time the mailman passed each day. That wasn’t the case anymore.
“Will he come today?” Amber asked.
“Every day but Sunday” her mom replied.
“What about tomorrow? It’s a holiday,” she worried.
“For you and I, it’s Valentine’s Day. For the mailman, tomorrow is just Wednesday.”
Even though her mom gave her the same answer each morning, Amber waited by the mailbox every afternoon, just to see for herself.
By now the mailman knew her by name. “Sorry Amber, nothing today” he said. She managed a smile, but inside she felt like a balloon that lost all its air. “Thanks anyway. Maybe tomorrow,” Amber replied.
That night she reminded herself, every day but Sunday, and her heart started to feel full again.
The next afternoon, Amber stood in her spot, watching and waiting. As the mailman turned toward her house, her heart started to race.
Was there a smile on his face? Was there a spring in his step? Amber saw him pull a big, brown envelope out of his bag. Finally, her wait was over.
Best of luck to everyone who’s participating.
Happy Mardi Gras! Happy Valentine’s Day! Happy Everything!
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