Another Evening
She immediately recognised the brown envelope in the mailbox. It was the same type he used to send. Half curious, half irritated, she opened and read. What’s this nonsense! The letter was short, almost commanding. “Enclosed are three tasks of varying level of difficulty. Select one, return the others” was the short message. The envelopes were marked “easy”, “medium” and “difficult”. She did not hesitate but instantly picked the one containing the difficult task. It was so long now. Some time ago she had been used to such games, almost to the point that the thrill got lost. ...