Violet's father, Miki, held his ears as his fellow co-workers yelled at each other. Miki didn't understand why but he would happily join in the yelling. He also liked to tell any woman he met that he worked on Wall Street. The closing bell rang. Like everyday before it brought on a flashback, a flashback with commericals.
"Hello, boss. This is Miki. I can not come into work today because I am dead." Miki hung up the phone rolled over and whispered to his wife, "I won't be home tonight and for several years."
"Typical," Violet's wife moaned and pulled the covers up higher.
"Welcome," A man said over his steaming hot of coffee in the over priced downstairs kitchen. "Are you ready for your mission?"
Miki nodded.
The man took a sip of coffee, "Mocha Mocha Mocha Mocha is some good coffee." He opened a briefcase that appeared out of nowhere, "You're mission which you can not refuse..." The two stared at each other, "Is to take this piece of mail to the downtown Phoenix, Arizona post office and put this piece of mail in a blue mailbox."
Sweat poured onto the forehead. "I think...I think I can handle that." He took the piece of mail. He turned the blue letter envelope in his hand. "I proudly accept this mission." He exited the door and headed for the airport.
A man bumped into Miki returning him from his flashback. It was the man from the flashback. He had another cup of coffee in his hand. He smiled at Miki. "You are ready to return home and save the world."
Miki grabbed his brown bag packed lunch and headed for the airport to head home.
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