by Peter Abbey
The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
Mark grabbed his Spider-Man dressing gown and ran from the top of the stairs to the bottom. There he sat, crossed legged on the matt shuffling through the letters like a terrible dining room magician.
"Bill. Bill. Junk. Bill. Ugh. Booorrrrinnnggg" he sighed.
Just as he was giving up, a red envelope caught his eye. Dropping the others, he tore it open and pulled the card from within.
Mark smiled as he finally got dressed, text his mum and set-off to work.
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A 100 word piece of flash fiction for Valentine's day.
Enigmatic. *
I feel good for Mark.*
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