Rest Stop

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By Marc Alexander Valle

She stepped off the bus and bought a postcard at the rest stop.

Dear Tom,

I hope you’ll understand when you’re much older. I’m sick – In ways you can’t understand. You shouldn’t be around this.

Love, Mother

She mailed it and stepped back on the bus.

The bus crashed. Authorities were unable to identify her body.


Tom’s father died. Tom found the postcard in the basement safe and read it.

“Daddy?” his daughter said, “Why are you crying?”

“An old letter from a nanny,” Tom said.

“You had a nanny?”

He put the postcard back. “Yeah, that’s what they said.”


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