"S.J." Chapter 01 — Smashing Mailboxes
The maroon mailbox grew incrementally bigger as the headlights reached to illuminate it. Finally, it was close enough through the darkness to read the name on the top bracket. “Bingo! Houston, target in sight. Permission to launch! Contact in 10, 9, 8… 3, 2, 1…” Clang!
The mailbox crumpled and flew off its post. It almost hit the car as it skidded under the back wheel. Crunch!
A quick look out the back window revealed a mostly flat, maroon mass. Coming to rest a few feet away from it lay the formerly attached nameplate. Then, both slipped away into the darkness and were left behind.
“Houston, mission complete. Objective destroyed. Permission to leave orbit and return to base…”
Dylan never felt so alive.
