when i was away at school, my pigeonhole meant a lot to me. letters from the family arrived there, as did the hometown newspaper that i received courtesy of a subscription from my parents.

some kids ignored the pigeonholes, which were maintained in the administration building. administration handled the incoming mail, probably keeping an eye on it for contraband, and also used the cubbys to distribute school announcements.

the kids uninterested in their mail mostly didn’t want to spend time or effort answering questions from their parents. others simply wanted to forget home until they were finally forced to return to it.

i knew which holes belonged to which of my friends, as well as my own. in my third year, i received my first personal message from one of those friends, a student who didn’t have the courage to share personal feelings with me in face-to-face conversation.

when the school condemned the building years later, i stopped by to look in before it was demolished. all the pigeonholes were empty of course and so many of their owners now gone.

for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

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3 Responses

  1. Kind of a sad tale of a time long gone, like a number of your fellow classmates.

  2. Great take, loved the last line, poignant.

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