I’ve always had a big imagination. I still do. Just the other day my parents received something in a handwritten envelope. No return address. I puzzled over what it could be, and who could have sent it. The envelope seemed too small for a letter, and no one had birthdays coming up.
Then my imagination decided it was probably a letter bomb. Or worse, someone had put deadly germs inside it (like biological warfare agent thingys). Whoever opened it would die, either from an explosion or some deadly disease. Were my parents the target on an assassination?
My dad went to open it… I watched on, forgetting to breathe… I was in the vicinity. Was I about to be collateral damage?
My dad opened the letter… and sneezed.
I nearly had a heart attack.