June 28, 2004
At first she thought the letters were cute and interesting. Though their sender was anonymous (no return address on the square blue envelopes) she assumed the mailings came from an acquaintance. Every day, another appeared. There were two on Mondays. Each contained a slip of paper torn from a "page-a-day" desk calendar, with a single quotation centered on the page. The first was January 31 of her birth year. Subsequent ones counted the month backwards, day by day. In the first week, she realized the quotes were tombstone epitaphs. Fear seeped into her, and she began to dread their arrival.