mailboxThe rumble of the mail truck rolling away from the curb sent the two of them in motion. Josh raced out his front door. The large ornate knocker cracked against the wood as he slammed the door shut to prevent his Dachshund puppy from following him. He ran across his family’s perfectly manicured lawn, and past the bed of thorny roses. He arrived at his silver mailbox a nanosecond before Billy next door. The chill in the air had nothing to do with the reading on a thermometer.

Billy’s mailbox used to be silver, but it was more rust colored now with the paint peeling off and accumulating on the ground beneath it. While Josh’s jaunt across his yard was effortless and quiet, Billy’s was characterized by the crunchy sound of dying grass. It took him a split second longer to reach his own mailbox – not because he was slower – but, rather because he had to pull the door shut tightly and double check it. The latch had never worked quite right since they had moved in.

Josh and Billy lived next door to each other. And yet, they lived worlds apart. They were friends, you could say. They were both fourteen years old – the only two teenage boys in a three mile radius of this small rural town. How they became friends was not much of a mystery – it was a relationship of convenience, maybe of necessity. The reason why they remained friends – now, that was more mystifying.

The two boys did not have anything in common save for one thing – the spirit of competition. Josh was the star pitcher on the high school baseball team in the next town over. Billy was nicknamed motor-mouth at the same school. This may have sounded derogatory to most teenage boys, but to Billy it was a compliment. He had earned this moniker due to his uncanny ability to solve math problems in his head and rattle off the answer before any of his classmates could even announce their name.

It’s was the glue that kept this friendship together – the rivalry of one boy outdueling the other in their own convincing way. They began to tire of the arguments of how a ten strikeout performance could compare to the swift and accurate process of successfully solving an advanced trigonometry problem – without pencil or paper. That was how this little competition that they mutually designed came to fruition. It was something on the minds of all teenage boys – teenage girls.

The moonlight ball was three weeks away. It was a school dance planned annually to take place on the last full moon of the semester before winter break. It was held outside in the school courtyard by the light of the full moon. The twinkle lights adorning the trees added atmosphere to the already enchanting mood. There was a twist to this engagement, however. You must arrive as a couple. And in order to be granted access into the school courtyard, the couple was required to provide two letters – one invitation letter and one acceptance letter. It was Ms. Hutton’s way of slipping the art of letter writing into her tenth grade English class. And it worked – hook, line, and sinker.

They had agreed that each would compose a letter to their invitee and drop it in the mailbox on the corner – on the same day at the same time. In that way, neither Josh nor Billy would have an advantage. The person who received a letter back first would be the victor. It was silly. It was misguided. It was unsuitable grounds for a competition. But, these were teenage boys, and to them – it was perfect. Almost.

Author’s Note: This is the first part of a two part short story. The second installment will be published next week. Thank you for reading and providing your thoughts – best wishes for an inspired day!


8 thoughts on “Mailbox

  1. Mari Biella June 4, 2015 / 9:51 am

    Intriguing! I’m looking forward to reading part 2.

    • davecenker June 4, 2015 / 11:21 am

      Thanks Mari – I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed it 😉 Intriguing is always a good word to hear in a comment about a piece of fiction 🙂

  2. Writing to Freedom June 4, 2015 / 10:01 am

    Another fun story and I’m hooked again Dave. Maybe I need to write some letters to girls, and go back to old school methods! XD

    • davecenker June 4, 2015 / 11:23 am

      Thanks Brad – although not intended (initially, at least), I wholeheartedly agree that the art of letter writing has escaped most people in the modern world. There is still something fascinating and alluring to me when you crack open your mailbox and find an envelope with your name and address handwritten on the front 😉

      • Writing to Freedom June 4, 2015 / 2:12 pm

        Yes, it is a treat to receive letters, notes and cards in the mail. 🙂 I sometimes write short handwritten notes.

  3. heraldmarty June 8, 2015 / 2:37 pm

    And my mind immediately jumped to the question – what if they invited the same girl? You are a master of the cliff hanger Dave – I can hardly wait for part 2!

    • davecenker June 9, 2015 / 9:13 am

      See, now you just confirmed an idea I had about writing some of my next stories – a variation on the choose your own adventure series of days gone by. Solicit input from readers on different ways the story could progress next, and then take it in that direction.

      I must admit that I hadn’t considered the very real possibility that the two boys would invite the same girl, but that would certainly make an intriguing story also 😉 Hopefully, the conclusion I come up with will be as interesting 😉

      Thanks Marty, I always appreciate you taking the time to read and comment 🙂

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