86/100 Days of Creativity: The Postman

It was a bittersweet moment. Today a postman arrived in town with a bunch of mail that has been waiting to be delivered for five long years. We’ve been starved of news from the outside world since the dusty snow began to fall, forests burned and cities died.

It was a scene reminiscent of Santa Claus handing out presents to eager children except outdated bills and store catalogue promotions brought little cheer. I received a smailholm describing a time and a place that no longer exists bringing back memories of sunshine, laughter and a love that is no more.


For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.

Today’s word:
smailholm n.
A holiday postcard that arrives back home after you do.

Tomorrow’s word:
nelsherry n.
One who rummages furiously in her handbag.