I went to town today with a plan to see Bess at the store, but she wasn’t at her register today. Instead there was some young kid, scanning through groceries and looking bored.
I walked the length of the main street and saw Barbie and Paul chatting over the bed of her truck – whatever the topic, it looked intense.
She was parked outside the post office and he came from the hotel bar across the street.
She gave him one last firm gesture with her hand and got in the cab to drive away.
He stepped back from the truck and kicked a pocked of icy slush from her wheel well.
I started towards him, but he just waved and walked away before I could cross the street.
I checked my mail and was once again hurt to find nothing.
I’m only checking the PO box once a week or so and I can’t believe none of my mail has been re-routed yet… nothing from friends or family.
Just no news reaching me here.
I stopped back into the store and bought a newspaper before driving home.
The story on the front page was about the snow storm.