Cara stood shivering as her hand surrendered the groaning mailbox handle, the stack of envelopes thumping down the desolate chamber. _Count to five and release._ _Count to five and release._ Okay, done. _No regrets,_ she silently insisted. Within seconds she was blasting the heater in the car in a futile attempt to alleviate the cold that enveloped her. Cara was as unprepared as a chrysalis, an edgy stomach twinging with nausea, as she arrived at their favorite restaurant and made her way to their usual table. 2008-03-31T05:24:41Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/26337 <p>Wedding invites?</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/26337?basename=53117 2008-03-31T05:24:41Z Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars http://ficlets.com/authors/user_605 <p>Stovo is right. Very nice.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/26337?basename=52879 2008-03-30T18:41:36Z Lone Writer http://ficlets.com/authors/solopen <p>Nice feeling of the unknown before you revealed what was probably going on. If it&#8217;s about what I perceive, you took it from a different direction. Short but sweet.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/26337?basename=52857 2008-03-30T17:49:33Z Stovohobo http://ficlets.com/authors/stovohobo