It was one of those days. One of those days where everything just seems to be slightly off. It had started of normally enough. Naomie had gone through her typical morning routine, then headed off to work.
She drove to the post office, greeted her coworkers, then got in her mail truck, ready for another day of delivering letters. Sure, college would have been nice, but money was tight, and someone had to take care of her grandmother. Anyways, the job of mail person had fascinated her since she was a child. She couldn't quite put her finger on why. Maybe she wanted to be the one to bring the magic comes with a personal letter. Maybe she just loved the blue sky and wanted to see it all day.
Whatever led to her current position, she had a certain fondness for it. She got to see the town everyday, while others were stuck in offices and meetings. She knew exactly how everything should be. Today, she drove down Bond Street, like always. Today, she smiled and waved at the melancholic violin player who sat between the coffee shop and Dan's Diner. She wished she could stop and talk, but she had a route to complete, like always.
Unlike always, however, today, something shot out in front of her as she passed the Episcopal Church. Something big. Something furry. She slammed on the brake and shut her eyes tight and reopened them. There was nothing there now. Unsure of what had just happened, she continued her drive, because that was what you did in this town. When something strange happened, it was just one of those days.
