Disrupted

100 words about a mysterious letter
from PDA

I love painting, but I’m rubbish at it. I don’t let it stop me. Once I get in the zone, I’m getting better. So I’m not best pleased when the doorbell rings and it’s the postie with a letter addressed to occupant that needs signing for. I mean, the cheek.

I throw it straight in the bin.

Next day, same thing.

‘Does everybody get these?’

‘Just you.’

‘Strange.’

‘Yup.’

I dangle it over the bin. I’ve already been interrupted, though, I might as well take a break. I make a cuppa, open the letter and wonder if I’ll regret it.

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Boy did this week’s FFftPP photo prompt do nothing for me… Best I could do.

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