The mailbox

The weather is cold and cloudy with no star pointing from the sky. It seems there will be rainfall. The natural light has phased out leaving the street lights, fence lights and outside light lights to illuminate the streets. Few rooms still have their lights on. The Mamieu-Cresent street is as clean and lonely as a cave. One can hear the movement of his muscles and joints on this pathway. Mamieu-C is one of the longest streets in Tokex district of Gozax city. And open-end avenue, with its start from aa T-junction between Tony-Katex mall and Barbie road which ended with Tokex science high school.

Tokex district has its major traffic on the T-junction leading to Mamieu because of Barbie road which covers a significant distance and Tony-Katex mall. The mall has one of the highest sales jam in the whole of Gozax. From statistics, it ranks second in of about 1to 2.5billion dollars per day. With this estimate, one can detect ta stable and wealthy economy Gozax is endowed with. 

Nonetheless, the socio-economic status of its citizens can never be the same with all considerations in check. Roadside sellers began to form a chain-like formation close to the fences of houses into Mamieu-Cresent street to meet the daily demands of people afford the high price tags in the mall. This scenario creates a very busy atmosphere in Mamieu-C street especially in the late evening hours. The coarse buying and selling noise coming from the street has a great bounced back sound effects on the residents making them adapt to it and as well turn into noise sources with time.

Mamieu-C's busy nature also links to six more streets attached to it, all bearing the major first name –Mamieu- and these suffixes attached to it respectively: Gold, Beet, Yellow, Purple, Cara and Green. The subsidiary streets have its own link to Mamieu-C which was named after Gary Mamieu, the first man to organize a street sanitation outreach in the street.

 The aim of the sanitation exercise was to clear the roadside gutters, situate waste bin sites, trim the road side flowers and trees and a simple opportunity to unite people living in Pintoma as the street was formerly called. After each sanitation outreach, he always reaches out to people with incentives like fruits, snacks and drinks, a way of saying "Thank you for coming". This particular act makes them turn up for subsequent sanitation exercises. With time the other six streets joined the trend to keep their streets and environs clean. After his death, the streets tool to his surname Mamieu. Laying emphasis to their differences with colors. Eleven years after his death, Mamieu's day was inaugurated in his remembrance. To bring people together once in a year to celebrate their unity.

These streets have much effects on each other as they share the same schools, hospitals, parks, markets, churches, transport means, play grounds, library and fueling stations. The daily activities go inter-twined in their streets round the clock. This as well has much effects on the daily peaceful nature of Mamieu-C.

Unlike the normal atmosphere, thereares no movements, car rushes, high-tone randomly heard voices, pedestrian jams, street music, loud production process machinery, after school rush, roadside market tantrums and train horns (Poo-Poo) passing through Mamieu to Leach district targeting Gozax as its terminal. All the noise and commotion seems to have been strangely paused remotely; it is midnight.

All and sundry is static to get some rest and set out for the next day's activities. The cloudy weather brought fort cool breeze that sings swift lullaby into rooms with opened windows and puffs out it's a curtain to escape in a blink. 

Suddenly there is a strange monotone sound on the mailbox outside Mamieu-C 88 residence. Simultaneously, the light to Molly's room went off in response to the strange sound. She quickly closed her laptop slightly. In curiosity, she stood up from her reading table guided by the fainty light from her laptop's screen, she tip-toed gently towards her window unknowingly followed. 

She knelt close to the window' adjacent right edge to peep through the curtain, as she pulled the curtain, she saw an unclear shadow in a bent position close to the entry alarm at the gate. As she tried to lean forward carefully close to the windows hinges in order not to be noticed, she felt a close soft tickling touch on her left leg close to her ankle which made her shout out noticeably in fear. Immediately, she quickly closed the curtain to see what touched her, then her cat mewed looking straight into her eyes. She felt relieved.

She touched its neck swiftly, then she heard a familiar voice.

"Who's there?" the voice beckoned

At the same time, she quickly pulled up her cat to the window, raised the curtain and tilted out their heads.

"Mario, is that you?" she asked in a little bit high tone.

Mario is a middle-aged man who earns a living by picking up trashed canned drinks from dirt sites and resells it to canning industries. He dresses dastardly as though he is mentally ill. He walks in a bent position, pushing his head forward as a result of the aftermaths of sickness due to ageing.

"Yes," He replied as he bent down to pick up something

Still, in curiosity "What are you doing out there, you freaked me out?" she asked

He slowly stood erect and answered. "I have some soft drink cans to gather"

"At this time? you should be sleeping" She asked again

"Only if you will shut down your laptop and save your eyes the stress" He replied harshly while leaving.

That response hit her badly because Mario was right.

"Please be careful with the mailbox next time, at least it's wooden" She retaliated insolently as she closed her curtain.

"How did he know my laptop is on" she worried moving her left iris to the right as she turned. Then her cat mewed again. She smiled at it and cuddled it as she moved back to her reading table. She placed her cat on the seat and bent close to her table to continue with what she was doing. "Okay, I'm gonna place the order right here,e," She thought out loud as she clicked on the bumpy Click to order button.

The time on the lower taskbar caught her attention as she was closing the site.

"Wow! 3:26 am!" She acclaimed, opening her mouth a little bit in amazement to show her incisors.

"Bedtime," she told her cat as she closed the laptop."