Friday, April 25, 2014

100 Words a Day 595

Johnny stared out the window, waiting for the mailman. It had been four weeks since he sent in his twenty box tops and fifteen dollars. His propeller beanie should be here today, the cereal box said four to six weeks.

He checked the clock again. Thirty seconds had passed. He wondered if the mailman would even come today. He had to though, to deliver the beanie.

“Sweetie, I told you it might not come right away.” His mom said, passing through the room and seeing him. But her words were cold comfort to a boy that just wanted his hat.

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