The Promise

My heart is pounding, and my breath quickens into short, shallow puffs. I dare not hope, do I? It’s been so long since I received the promise, and yet the memories of the journey flood my consciousness to where I can hardly breathe.

Did I get the message right? Did I read the card correctly, or is this a black hole I’ve fallen into naively? No, it can’t be a mistake. The notes left in the mailbox promised answers to my questions if I followed the directions.

To be Continued..