the desperate editor (1/4)

\\”This is a story of an old man, living through the last phase of life in a house made of paper and rocks until the fate began to introduce chaos and so, he was forced to make a deal…”\\

“Why does it take so long to end a sentence, for Christ’s sake…?” The editor said to himself. Rumors overweighed his obsessions and even tagged him with ‘T.D.E’.

“Do you know that he rejected ‘the pale man’ draft citing that it is too long…” The tall lady says to her friend.

“It is a bit long, though…” Her friend replied.

“Who cares… That went on for a best seller. What a huge loss to our firm…” She snorts back. As everyone began to push the trash to one person who can handle, the editor went on printing the dots.

Nothing unusual had happened in both his drafts and his life until the clock struck the 1500hrs on a warm day. A young man in yellowish-brown uniform walked inside the agency with an untidy hair. His nose seems particularly long if anyone had given a glance.

“Uh…Excuse me..” The ringing phones muted his tone, “Hello Miss, Delivery for your boys on the second floor…”.

“Who is it for?” hold phones in both her hands,

“To the dedicated writer on the second floor…” He reads the address on the envelope.

“I’ll take care of it.” She gives a smile and offers her hand. Upon the lovely gesture, the young man extends his hand and walks away. Assuming it to be a fan mail, she throws it directly into the bin. Sometimes a letter won’t need a name to reach the destination. All it takes is the lines that could connect the dots.

While some other guy came to use the bin, he sees the unopened envelope. He keeps it on his desk and while he decides to take the lunch, he uses a stapler to weigh it down. The office boy, who takes the stapler assumes that the letter is delivered to the wrong floor. When he reaches the second floor, his eyes misread ‘the dedicated’ and thus the post written by a stranger aged 10 years, flew into the hands of a desperate editor…


Thank you for reading…

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