AT THE OFFICE
Denise stamps the cream color crumpled letters.
Click
Goes the ruby red stamper.
Denise’s hands shake from the tedious work,
or is it because of her age?
The letters slide smoothly into the mail slot-
they are all ready to be read by their receiver.
Denise sighs and stares at the clock hanging on the wall
It’s black hands eternally move around
and point to all the corners of the room
At six o’clock AM the hands point to the grey scuffed linoleum tiles.
At nine o’clock AM they point to  the mail insignia plastered to the wall.
At three o’clock PM they point to the lousely hung american flag in the corner.
Only the 90s security cameras know what the hands point to at 12 AM.
Denise quietly lifts herself up from her faded blue swivel chair.
Five o’clock,
quitting time.
She picks up her purse and slowly heads out the double doors to her car.

WAY HOME
Denise Kroger places her glasses perfectly on her face,
the green grass and golden fall leaves reveal themselves to her fading eyes.
She starts her silver chevrolet impala, and gently presses her foot to the gas
and slowly inches out of her employee parking spot,
onto the freshly paved road.
Yawn
Traffic.
Denise eases up and glances up to the blue sky
The sun is bright, but it doesn’t hurt her eyes.
It is like the sunlight in Hawaii,
Warm, peaceful….
BEEP!
She is woken from her trance with a slight jolt.
Bump, bump her heart went.
Her eyes refocus onto the road in front of her,
and she turns onto her exit ramp.
Denise hurries along the familiar road-
to the turn where her house is.

HOME
Denise Kroger pulls into her split level bungalow,
and she enters through the brown birch door.
Her black cat Chanticlar cheerfully purrs at her return-
and brushes on Denise’s tired legs.
Denise shuffles across the white rug and sits down at her Dell computer.
She eases herself into her brand new swivel chair,
and she places her purple purse onto the desktop.
Her arthritis ridden fingers pull the zipper open with multiple swift tugs.
She tilts the bag and out spills the contents,
           Lipstick,
           hard candy,
           roller perfume,
           and a handful of letters.
Denis pushes everything but the letters aside.
Time to get to work.
She took her acrylic nail and slides it into the flap of one of the letters,
it is addressed to somebody, not important, and it is from Chase.
Denise turns her computer on,
opens her X file,
and enters the credit card number to the list
of many other credit card numbers.