This was originally
written for Flash Friday on 23 May 2014.
Graffiti
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Steve stood by his
graffitied mailbox. A few dropped paint cans lay around.
“Bloody teenagers!” He would have preferred an echo, but only got the screech of cicadas. At last the postal van drove up and a postman sauntered over. He tried stuffing more unpaid bills into the mailbox.
“Some of us actually
pay our bills, buddy.”
“I would love to. Of
course, if you came into the house for a moment, I could show you why I can’t.”
He kicked another can and sent it flying. The man didn’t notice it as he walked
back and drove off.
Steve picked up
another discarded can. It didn’t matter if he could move stuff if people didn’t
notice. He covered the black spray-painted word “alien” with the more
appropriate “dead man” in red. He added an arrow pointing to the house and
threw the can as far as he could.
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