Since before anyone could remember, the post box had been there: black and gold, never showing a sign of dust or decay even though nobody had ever seen anyone cleaning it. It wasn’t very clear who it belonged to, but somedays, strange letters would appear in it, marked with odd stamps nobody had ever seen before. Within a week, the letters would vanish again, gone in the blink of an eye.
This is for Week Sixteen of Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for running the challenge and Kristy TG for providing the prompt photo!