My older sister Nancy and I hit mailboxes on Halloween. The world keeps taking. Nan says we need to shake things up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lean out the front seat and ready the bat, so it strikes with the right momentum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thwack. Thwack. Mailboxes explode, metal heads shattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey\u2019ll never recover,\u201d I joke, watching streams of envelopes disperse into the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s sappy cards.\u201d Nan\u2019s smile wobbles. \u201cWe love you a thousand miles away. Everyone else always stays behind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSometimes they return.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She takes my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI wish.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I feel fragility, squeeze her hand back. Ready my bat. It feels so small now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My older sister Nancy and I hit mailboxes on Halloween. The world keeps taking. Nan says we need to shake things up. I lean out the front seat and ready the bat, so it strikes with the right momentum. Thwack. Thwack. Mailboxes explode, metal heads shattered. \u201cThey\u2019ll never recover,\u201d I joke, watching streams of envelopes … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2568","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-Fq","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2568"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2569,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568\/revisions\/2569"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2568"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2568"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2568"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. A self-proclaimed Romantic and Tchaikovsky addict, Yash loves autumn and dissecting dysfunction.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"