Twelve A4 envelopes (with gussets), newly obtained. 12 - another magic number. Aren't all numbers imbued with meaning until you go beyond four digits? But then of course there's always the Jackpot, the BIG ONE?
Twelve envelopes, fresh with hope (it's in their nature). There are exceptions - redundancy notices, utility bills, condolences. Envelopes are scented with the optimistic fragrance of the stationery shop. When did that optimism first arrive? Probably in childhood with birthday cards and expectation of Postal Orders and crisp Ten Shilling notes.
I have a new ream of paper. Chapters to print; letters to write to agents. It's all about hope and potential.
Twelve disciples.
Twelve bullets for two six guns. Enough to defend the Alamo.
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