Uncluttered (standard:other, 1916 words)
Author: Spotlight	Added: Sep 06 2001	Views/Reads: 3184/2054	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Benny is recovering from a break-up by working at the Post Office. He is disgruntled!

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and ankle, the letter was deposited with the others, under a small tan 
lid.  Some were worse then that, the ones that he actually kept on the 
desk in his room for his own amusement, but most had a normal name, 
with a heart beside it, or a smeared lip-stick kiss in the corner.  He 
knew it was irrational, stopping the flow of love letters being 
impossible, some were not marked, some he might miss, and the internet 
had basically abolished the written letter in relationships, but 
somehow he felt justified that he was stopping just one Pennsylvanian 
town's stirrings of love.  A love that may end in one letter. 

He picked up the last pile of letters, and walked across the clean
mailroom floor, catching orange window light from the afternoon sun.  
Tomorrow the floor would be again littered with little mindless letters 
to sort, half of it junk mail for the elderly to send back, and the 
sane to throw away.  He heard the squeaks of sneakers and shutting 
doors in the lobby, the usual sound of someone running late, and 
deposited the last few letters in with the others.  He checked the 
clock on the wall, they had thirty seconds to spare. 

Benny turned and smiled, then stood motionless, as he gazed in her
direction.  He had often seen her in those faded blue jeans, with one 
ripped belt loop.  Once as she lost her footing on a muddy hill at the 
Apple Harvest Festival, he had caught her by the shoulders only to slip 
and propel her onto him.  When they finally stopped sliding, his 
backside was covered in thick brown mud, while her whole outfit was 
untouched.  And the gray, stonewashed sweatshirt, with University of 
North Carolina stitched into it, that was his own, she had borrowed one 
cold night.  Her hair was shorter, wavier, but her eyes had the same 
watery shimmer he had seen three months ago.  She did not notice him, 
half blocked by another metal cabinet, her hand tentatively skimming 
across the desk to ring a bell for assistance.  While on her finger, 
was an engagement ring, white even in the orange light. 

Benny smiled and a breathed deep.  He walked towards her and saw half
horror, half laughter light the features of her face.  "How may I help 
you, miss?"  Benny beamed. 

"Benny...  I... long time no see."  She smirked, juggling laughter and
nervousness. 

"Three months today actually."  Benny kept a smile, no teeth showing. 

"Wow... umm...  wow."  She was searching for words. 

"I see you have a ring.  Good for you.  Happy for you." 

"Yes."  She started to say something confused, but her voice did not
support it.  He smiled back. 

"Why am I not in college right now?  Well, I decided to drop out, since
I was feeling kind of depressed and missed all my classes for two 
weeks.  But, hey, this pays eight bucks an hour, and college definitely 
wouldn't have given any better opportunities."  He didn't change his 
composure. 

"Please... don't be like this...  I'm sorry, I really am."  Her eyes
pleaded with him. 

"Again, I say, How may I help you, miss?"  Benny stopped smiling. 

"I just couldn't face you.  I fell in love, OK?  I fell in love...  I'm
sorry.  I would've...  returned your, your letters.  But, I just..."  
He did not feel the warmth or love in her eyes anymore, they could lie 
to him, and cut into his soul like lasers. "just couldn't." 

"Happy for you."  He paused.  "You didn't come here to make amends, or
profess your undying love for me, so what did you come here for?" 

Her heart sank visibly.  "I came here to retrieve a letter." 

"Should get it in the next few days, or do you need a forwarding..." 

She interrupted, before a tangent of Benny's sarcasm began.  "Its my own
letter.  I sent it." 

Benny's face faltered slightly in confusion, and for one second he may
have believed she was taking back that letter almost three months ago.  
But, she went on. 

"I need it back, I made a terrible mistake.  He would be crushed.  I
would be crushed."  She began to cry, her hands to her sides, her head 
down. 

"Crushed?"  He almost stabbed her in the heart while she was down, but
his tone changed.  "What does it look like?" 

"...its a white envelope, a heart is beside the name."  She paused. 

"And the name?" 

She coughed, trying not to smile, "Pookie."  Her eyes looked up,
bloodshot, at Benny, who tried to hold back a laugh. 

"International?"  He turned, knowing the answer. 

"Yep." 

His legs moved slowly, walking him to his desk.  He felt the irony of
his situation hit him heavily and the corner of his lips curved into a 
stunted smile.  Almost turning, he could feel the look of prayer and 
hope her face was making.  Then, he was crouching behind his desk, 
staring at the trash can, filled with letters.  Hopes and dreams of 
non-existent fairy tale loves. 

Why should they be happy?  He lifted the box, and dumped the contents
onto his empty desk, some letters cascading to the floor.  His hands 
sifted through the pile, flipping over white backs with drawings of 
flowers, one sickening lump of cuteness after another.  "Honeybunch" 
flashed itself then fell onto the floor. "Muffinkins" was pushed off to 
the left.  Then, a "Pookie" with no return address stared him in the 
face from the bottom-right corner, teetering on the edge. 

He thought of pushing it off the side, then dropping it into the
"international" bin, saying Bon Voyage to "Pookie" in Nice.  But, his 
hand grabbed the envelope, and brought it to his eye.  He paused. 

She had been nervously twitching, her face like she was standing in the
rain.  "Is that it?" 

Benny looked down at the imperfect little heart that dotted the "i" in
Pookie and smiled evilly.  "Bon Voyage." he whispered to himself.  
"Yep, it is!"  He walked over to her, crying in happiness and handed 
over the letter. 

She kissed him on the cheek.  "Thank you so much Benny!  Thank you,
thank you.  I thought I'd die."  She hugged the letter, then promptly 
ripped it apart, laughing to him, hands shaking.  "I can't believe it." 


"Me neither."  Benny said without sarcasm. 

The realization was sudden.  He wanted her to be happy. 

She stopped her jubilation, for a second, holding back tears to talk
normally.  "Would you like to go get something to eat...  and talk 
maybe?  I feel so bad.  I was so mean to you."  She was smiling, 
uncontrollably.  "I can't help smiling, but I mean it, would you?" 

Benny sighed, "No thanks.  Maybe some other time." 

"Oh, Alright."  Nervousness started a small giddy laugh.  "It was good
seeing you.  Umm...  I'll go...  and thank you."  She turned, her shoes 
squeaking, her hands tightly clasping the torn pieces of the letter, as 
she pushed open the door.  Out walked his last inkling hope of revenge, 
even wearing his sweatshirt. 

Quitting time.  Benny pushed all the letters back into his bin, and
carried it in his arms.  The place looked so clean and uncluttered, 
only dust against the floor was left to be swept away silently.  Benny 
walked to the dumpster just outside the door, throwing the whole 
plastic bin inside, smelling the stench of packaging and someone's two 
week-old lunch. 

With a few steps, he stood by his car, giving Andy and her maroon
minivan the finger.  One last time he smiled, jumped into the driver's 
seat and never came back. 


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