A Mother of a Letter
I had no idea how it got there but as I slid to a stop on the trail I could do nothing but stare at the giant M.
Looking around I made sure there were no cameramen lurking about ready to punk me as I bent over, hands on knees and sucked wind from my run. My first thought was college prank, but no university around had an M in it. But it was obviously the letter from a sign.
I stood upright and started walking around the mother of an M. That’s when I saw a tag taped on the side with an address. Would have been great if it had been a phone number, but there was nothing else to do but to phone a friend.
“Al,” I said.
“Look up an address and give me the number for it,” I said and read the address to him. I stared at the letter with narrowed eyes as he gave me the information and then disconnected.
“You liar,” I said staring at it.
I dialed the number. “Walmart, this is Krista, how may I help you?”
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