Create a short story, or journal entry based on an item of mail.
She sat by the door as she’d done every day for as long as anyone could remember. When asked why, she would look up with a radiant smile and go back to her book. Sometimes she just sat staring down the long drive. Age had not been kind to her, many just thought she had lost whatever little sense she had along the way, but a few, just a very few knew what she was doing, what she had always done. He said he would return, she promised to wait forever. Missing-in-action is not dead and so she simply waits.