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Prompted flash fiction: a mailbox, a snake, a hallway

The mailboxes were Cliff’s brainwave. He called ‘em antioxidants because he read in some newsletter that clutter was a cancer that killed co-living spaces deader than doornails, so after downing his morning kombucha he zipped down to the free store and scooped up four used ones. 

Used mailboxes purchased for zero dollars are liable to be a little worse f…