Dear Mikayla,
Invite Justine to your sweet sixteen party. In fifty years, she’s going to decide who she’s going to give a “friends and family” discount on jetpacks, and trust me, you want in on that deal.
Thanks!
Sweet-66-year-old you
*****
PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.
No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.
Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through this blog every Tuesday.
Meg A. Mars 