Actually screw that, it's Thursday. Sweet. Stuff like that is marvelous, but recently it feels as if the days are just going by.

crazycarl364: Nah, he's plenty sane, it's just that his hat means a lot to him. A lot.

Toon-Girl-Abby: Thank you, that really helps! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Please review! They keep me working.

Word Count: 434 words.


.09 The Card

A greeting card is an illustrated, folded card featuring an expression of friendship or other sentiment.


It's a pleasant day when Nate wakes up that morning, a good one because he was spared of anything having to do with Rosa's wrath the day before. Wiping his weak, droopy eyes, he steps out of bed and goes to the kitchen.

Just as he predicted, his mother is already there, watching television while cooking breakfast. No day goes past without the boy greeting his mother with a hello and a hug, and this day is not unlike any other.

Following the warm greeting, she requests that he go outside and pick up the mail on account of her hands being tied up at the moment. He does not hesitate to agree, and she resumes her multi-tasking as he walks out the door.

Fortunately for him, the mailman has already made his daily rounds to his house. He yawns in midst of picking up the stack of countless bills left to them by their providers.

However, amongst all of these pointless envelopes is one not so useless. It is a simple envelope with an address, and that is what ticks his alarm off.

Usually if it was someone with an authorial voice they would have said so on the envelope heading, but there was no such thing to be found when he scanned it. Curious as to its contents, he opens it right then and there.

A card is inside.

He removes it from the envelope and reads the front of it.

Sorry for being late!

A multitude of pictures is inside, all of him doing a number of things with his attention directed everywhere but the camera, giving the implication that he didn't even know he was being photographed to begin with.

Which was true.

Several hearts make up the card's contents too, along with a handful of roses. That alone revealed the identity of the card's sender right off the bat.

The only other sentence in the thread was the proclamation of the sender's love for him, in response, he rolls his eyes.

Overall, it's a cute little card, albeit a tad overdone. He can't say much about it because he's pretty damn sure she's somewhere within distance, deeply observing his every single reaction to the card.

So he does something weird.

Nate puts the card up to his nose, and takes a rather deep inhale. As soon as he finishes, he takes both it and the other letters inside. If that doesn't tickle her fancy, then practically nothing will.

Rosa, who indeed was spying on him from the nearest bush, bursts into a fit of squeals upon seeing his reaction.