So, this is a SKoW prompt. Prompt #1: "Who knew a postcard from a stranger could change everything?"
A Holiday Greeting
I raced to the end of the driveway. Getting the mail was the highlight of her day. I didn't know why, but there was just something about getting a letter. The mailbox just had that certain aura of mystery. At this time of year, there was an added mystery. The Christmas season meant that cards and greetings from family and friends filled the mailbox.
I opened the mailbox and reached in. Although I didn't believe in Santa Claus, a part of me kept longing for that all-important letter that someone was looking out for me and knew just what I wanted.
I felt my heart drop as I pulled out a mound of bills. Why did they have to send bills on Christmas? It should be illegal.
Sighing, I stood on my tiptoes and peered into the mailbox. There just had to be something more there than a bunch of stupid bills. I just knew it. I peered into the mailbox.
Ah ha! There is was! Shoved back into the far corner of the mailbox was something shiny. I couldn't tell what it was, but something wrapped in that bright coloured ribbon could not be a bill. There was just no possible way it could be a bill. I reached back in and pulled it out.
It was a postcard with a large red heart of the front of it. It looked more like a Valentine's Day card than a Christmas card. Frowning, I flipped it over. There was no address, no stamp, and only a few words written on it in messy handwriting.
"Just remember that someone loves you," I whispered. I looked up and down the street. Who had written that? I flipped the card back over and stared at it. "Just remember someone loves you."
Frowning, I looked around. Who would write this to me? Who had the nerve? Most importantly, who would write something so cheesy?
I slammed the mailbox lid shut and stormed back up the path to the house. Why did I have to be reminded about love? I just wasn't looking for anyone at this time; it didn't mean that I had forgotten about love.
My mother came out of the living room as I entered the house. "Did anything come in the mail?"
I handed the bills to my mother and, then, stomped upstairs. I threw the postcard down on my bed, knowing that I probably should just throw it away. As I sat down at my desk, I kept looking back at it. The stupid thing was just sitting there, mocking me, haunting me.
I tried to focus on my homework for university, but I couldn't. Every time I looked back, it seemed that stupid postcard was getting closer to me. I got up and shut the postcard up in my nightstand.
I went back to my desk and work, but I couldn't focus. Sighing, I gathered up my winter clothes and headed outside. The cool December air could probably help clear my head and get that stupid postcard out of my head.
I walked to the park with my head down. The snow sounded wonderland as it crunched under my feet. I wished that I could do this to the stupid postcard, just walk over it and leave it changed forever.
I sat down on a bench and walked the skaters on the pond. Their laughter filled the air. I rubbed my hands together. I wished that I knew how to skate; it always looked like so much fun.
"Hello, miss," a voice said from above me.
I looked up and that was when I saw him. Everything about him screamed businessman. When he smiled, I could see a brilliant spread of white teeth. His hair was just messy enough to be cute and his eyes danced whenever he looked at me.
He sat down next to me. "I'm David."
I went back to watching the skaters. Did I ask this guy to sit down next to me and start talking to me? I didn't think so. Well, I didn't have to answer him.
He leaned closer to me. "Do you like to skate?"
I didn't answer.
He leaned in closer to me. "I can see what you are doing." He smiled. "You are trying so hard not to pay attention to me, but I can see that you want to talk to me." He batted his eyes at me.
I just kept looking ahead. I hated guys like him. They never seemed to see when a girl clearly wasn't interested in them.
David put his hands in his lap. "I'm taking it that you didn't get my holiday card." He paused and looked out at the skaters. "I wasn't sure if you celebrated Christmas, you see. I didn't want to offend you, so I just avoided the whole holiday thing and went with something a little more-"
That was when I snapped. I eyed him. "You sent that?"
David smiled. "Oh, so you do talk?"
I didn't answer. "What did you mean by what you wrote it in?"
David looked at the ground. "You just looked like you needed a little pick me up."
I eyed him. "Huh?"
"Whenever I see you, you always look so sad." He stared at his feet. That was when I noticed how young he was. I had thought he was in his thirties, but now I could see that he was about my age. "I thought that would help put a smile on your face."
I watched the skaters. "Well, it didn't."
David looked at me. "What?"
"It didn't bring a smile to my face," I said. I smiled at David. "It was kind of creepy."
"How is a heart creepy?" David asked.
I looked at my feet. "It just is. I mean, who wants a card with a body organ on the front of it?"
I nodded. "Have you ever actually thought about it? The heart does not actually look like what most people think it does. It actually looks kind of disgusting."
David got a thoughtful look on his face. "I can see it."
"See," I said.
David looked out at the skaters. "So, have you actually ever been?"
"Been what?" I asked.
I shook my head. "I've always wanted to go, but I just never got the chance."
David got his feet. "What about now?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What's wrong with going now?" David pulled me to my feet.
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"You need to seize the moment, Alyssa," he said as he pulled me closer to the ring.
"How did you know my name?" I asked.
David looked back at me. "You told me."
I dug my heels into the snow. "No, I didn't."
David sighed and let go of me. "Okay, I have a confession to make. I have a crush on you since the first time I saw you in European History."
My eyes narrowed as I put the pieces together. This guy was a complete stalker! I could call the police on him. "So, in other words you sent that card and hoped to get the chance to talk to me?"
David gave an innocent face, but nodded.
I threw my hands up in the air. "I can't believe this!"
David looked at his feet. "I'm sorry." He started to pull away from me. "I should just go and we should really forget that this entire thing happened."
I watched him away. I could not ignore the voice in my head telling me that I needed to say something and not let him walk away. "DAVID!"
David turned and looked at me.
"Don't go," I said. "You promised me that you would take me skating."
David put his hands in his pockets and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I did."
I ran toward David and pulled him toward the ring. "You know that you can't go back on your promise to a lady."
David laughed. "No, who would dare do that?"
I pulled him toward the pond. "And you are the one who told me to seize the moment."
David's laughter filled the snow covered land. "Yeah, I guess you are right."
I laughed. I hadn't laughed in months. Ever since my father passed away six months ago, there really hadn't been much reason to laugh.
I linked my arm through his. I guessed he wasn't that bad; it could be worse. After all, he did send me a postcard because he thought I needed something to cheer me up and he was going to take me staking, something that I had always wanted to do. It guess he was right, darn it. I felt the best I had in a number of months. Who knew that a postcard form a stranger could change everything?
I don't know about this one guys. I really wanted to add something else to it, but I'm not sure what. If you have any ideas, please tell me about them. Thanks for reading!