Quiet Love

"Look in the dark corners of a quiet place. You'll find me there."






It had started to become a tradition even if a second-time-around couldn't quite be called tradition material.

It was still a start and the delivery lady this time around half-smiled at such a notion. She delivered to nearly anywhere and any-when she could manage it, anywhen. When this assignment came in, the woman took it with few words and not anything more than a duty to be done.

And then she spotted the plainly wrapped parcel that was placed in her delivery care.

Outwardly, she showed little of what she felt. As she walked away from completing this delivery though, no one saw the almost-smile on her slightly wrinkled, fortysomething face. It was a gift of love without condition. It was ridiculously, stupidly simple and it was for some decent gent somewhere named Chee.