The yellow square was bouncing along the damp road, dancing in the wind like an autumn leaf.
She ran up to it, reached for it, missed. Close enough to see there was writing, she followed it on its random skips and hops down the street, passing several homes and apartment buildings. Half a block down, she finally caught it.
The ink had run, blurring part of the note, but she could still make out most of it.
She glanced around, at all of the homes on the block, all of the doors and windows shut tight, asleep, unseeing. The post-it must have been stuck to a door or window.
Stuffing it into her pocket, she turned around and walked back the way she came, a tear running down her cheek.
Someone hit your dog. I took him to [unreadable]
nothing they can do. Call me at 523-1[unreadable].
A 147 word response to today’s Daily Post prompt:
You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.