mercedes m. yardley
“I’ll get the mail,” she said, and walked out the door. She walked past the mailbox and down the street and hung a surprise left out of town. She walked out of America and across the ocean to Africa and off of the earth and past the stars and popped right out at the other side of the universe. And she was happy.
“No, you didn’t,” he said. “It’s impossible.” He turned and left.
She pointed her finger at him like a gun and made a small “pow” with her mouth.
“It’s on my list for tomorrow, then,” she said.
Mercedes M. Yardley