Yesterday I referred to a post about the possible obsessions of postmen or post people. The idea swirled around in my head all day. I thought of plot lines for novels - mystery, romance, others.....
Here are a few of my ideas.
1. A postman delivers letters regularly to a home. He senses that they may be "love letters." On one occasion he meets the recipient. He becomes infatuated with her. He starts intercepting her letters, opening them and then substituting his own letters. Not exactly a Cyrano de Bergerac, but a tortured soul.
2. Mystery twist - perhaps this same postman decides to murder the sender of the letters. He is now the sole corresponder. He plans a meeting with the recipient......
3. Romance twist. Maybe there are no letters initially delivered to a home, where the postman has fallen in love with the "resident." He begins delivering letters to her. They are friendly, at first, however, he really is a magnificent writer. She falls in love with his "soul." She asks the postman to try and trace the sender.....
Please add any plot lines you may have.
I love this poem by W. B. Yeats - substitute the word "letter" for "book" in the second line and you will see why it is so sad to lose all those letters.
WHEN YOU ARE OLD WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Have a thoughtful day.
I consider these valid ideas for "The Postman Rings...NEVER!"ReplyDelete
My husband and I had a long distance romance for 4 years before we got married. Since it was pre-internet and cell phones, we wrote letters back and forth everyday. Waiting and anticipation are a lost art.ReplyDelete
I consider a letter a blessing these days!ReplyDelete
Awesome post. And sad commentary, too, on how we are losing some of those sentimental elements from the past.ReplyDelete
I'm with Roy on this. I think there is something to be said about writing real letters becoming a lost art. There is no room on my desk to write them. The poem made me feel sad. Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
I thought the poem was also sad. I love your plot ideas for a story!ReplyDelete
Imagine that you live in an isolated island and the weekly visits of the postman are one of the few contacts you have with the outside world. What do you do if you fall in love with him?ReplyDelete