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The Third Letter
It came in the mail. Third time.
She picked it up hesitantly. It was the third letter.
The first one was on Tuesday. Exactly six days back.
It was a small piece of paper. Yet not quite like paper. It was white and blue and pink, square and triangular, and shone strangely.
She panicked because it was blank. Absolutely blank. She tried to throw it away, but it simply stuck to her fingers.
Slowly, words materialized on it. “We’re coming.”
She felt a sudden chill. The paper seemingly slipped from her hands, but actually just disappeared.
She didn’t understand. What was it? Who sent it? Why? Who’s coming? From where?
She spent the entire day looking over her shoulder, checking windows and doors all the time.
The day passed smoothly. So did Wednesday. By Thursday night, she’d written it off as a bad joke.
On Friday morning, the second letter arrived.
It was the same. An unknown thing in her hand. Blank first and gradually developing words. “We’re coming. Soon.”
Before she could throw it, it simply vanished.
She thought hard about who could play such silly gags, but then knew that it was more than a gag.
On Saturday, she waited anxiously. There was no mail. She spent Sunday extremely apprehensively.
Monday came at last, and along came the third letter.
She held it in her unsteady hand.
Once again the hazy letters formed. Becoming clearer. “We are here.”
Then there was a knock on the door.
Terrified, dazed, she opened the door cautiously.
Four tall hooded guys walked in.
“Thank you, ma’am.” One of them said politely, producing something in his unusually long thin hands.
She was scared out of her wits. “What is this?”
“Well, you participated in our pilot program, so we want to say thanks.” The guy held out a thick wad of notes.” If you will please sign this, ma’am.”
“Our test program of mail delivery. You got all the three letters, right?”
“Yes, but they seemed to disappear on their own.”
“That’s right. We had that special material so that other people don’t get their hands on them.”
“I – I don’t understand…”
“It’s OK ma’am. We would just need your signature and then we will go back.”
“Wait. What program did you say?” .
“Our test program of mail delivery from Yorna.”
“Yorna? Where is this place?”
“About seven light years away, ma’am.”
“But why me?”
”We selected 100 people at random, ma’am.”
“I – I don’t know what to say…”
“It’s OK ma’am. All other 99 had the same reaction.” The polite guy seemed to smile behind his shiny hood. “Please sign this form that you received all the three letters, and take the money.”
“But why – why would you test mail delivery from Yorna to Earth?”
“Well, when our people colonize Earth, they’d need an efficient mail service, wouldn’t they?”
“What, your people are going to invade Earth?”
“Ummm, we’d rather call it colonize, ma’am.”
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