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MidReal Story
Beyond Deliveries: A Postbox's Quest
Scenario:Tired of being a postbox, I journey through the city, searching for meaning beyond delivering letters.
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Trashy
trash can, acquaintance of Posty and Lampy, large with a lid that opens and closes, sarcastic yet loyal.
Lampy
street lamp, friends with Posty and other urban objects, tall with a glowing orb on top, wise and protective.
Posty
sentient postbox, friends with other urban objects, metallic body with a small screen and a slot for letters, curious and introspective.
Another day, another letter.
I’m not sure what that letter says.
I haven’t been able to read for a very long time.
Once upon a time, I could read the letters people put in me.
I was young then, and my screen was brand new.
Now, my screen is old and doesn’t work anymore.
Even if it did, I’m not sure I would still be able to read.
The words on the paper have changed over the years, and I don’t know how to read them anymore.
Not that it matters.
I get empty letters most of the time nowadays.
Flyers for fast food places, banks, and supermarkets.
Sometimes a bill or a bank statement if someone lives in the building next to me.
They put the key to their mailbox in me, and I keep it safe until they come to collect their mail.
That’s all I do these days.
Keep keys safe.
Empty letters come and go.
People walk by me every day.
They put their letters in me and collect their mail from the other side.
They talk to each other while they do it, but they never talk to me.
I’m just a postbox.
I don’t have anything interesting to say anyway.
I just stand here and watch everything happen around me.
Cars drive by; people walk by; dogs pull their owners on leashes to me and back again.