Edward Kembery

Tornadoes

At my job we get a lot of mail that has been rejected. We send it on, but sometimes it just keeps getting sent back. Sometimes when it goes undelivered for more than a few years, we read it. It is a perverted habit, perhaps, but not without its rewards. In any case this letter was worth the while. It contained a large script of tightly folded paper of a quality I had never seen, and a small pink flower, crushed as if by a boot. Written on the envelope in brown ink were the words: