Bronwyn has postponed the cleaning of the desk in her home office for far too long. She’d have let it go for another several months—it’s a joyless chore—but after searching for the box of extra staples for ten minutes and eventually emptying out three of the five drawers, she concedes that the time has come.
She’s pitching rubbish from the fourth drawer when she finds the Post-it note. It’s still attached to the pad, and it’s definitely her own handwriting. But Bronwyn doesn’t remember writing it, and she has no idea what it means:
[You’ll find stories like this–also non-creepy stories–in Stolen Postcards, available for presale here: Stolen Postcards on Amazon]