Thread: Maddalena's Mailbox (8-17-09 ATTN: Stan)

Written by: Kathy Abromovich

The woman in the rose patterned dress (it was similar to one she used to wear, but still different) awoke from her thoughts with a start. Something had happened, some string had been plucked and was vibraiting through her mind crazily without slowing down. She left her hiding place and headed toward her drop box. She was hoping for some information from and informant that would make her happy. She couldn't seem to get the strange vibrating thread out of her mind, it just kept going! *ttthhhhhhwwwwwooooonnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggg gggg* She waved her hands in front of her face as if trying to clear it away without success. Something big was happening. Something that would change all of her plans. She was so caught up in the thread that she walked right past her dropbox and had to double back. She was frustrated and frowned as she slowed her quick pace to barely moving. Something in the air... She shook her head and checked the box. Empty. Damn.

Written by: Kathy Abromovich

Maddalena turns quickly to find nothing but the piece of paper watching her. Slowly, cautiously she picks it up. Still searching her surroundings she opens the note and scans it quickly. The cautious, hopeful look on her face slowly fades to a frown of distress and anger. She looks every direction. Her hand unconsciously crumples the note as her balls her hands into fists. Suddenly she looks as if she is ready to sit down and cry. "NO! NONONONONO! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! Plans! I had plans! It was going to be perfect!" She barely notices the passers by looking at her and hurrying on their way to avoid the crazy woman. She purses her lips and sets her face to anger but confusion keeps slipping in. She mutters to herself as she heads off toward JT's apartment. Even grown men get out of her way as she strides down the street. They know an angry woman looking for someone to lash out at when they see one. "I wanted so much for the homecoming to be better..." She continues to walk, ignoring the hum of the street and the throng in her head.