Yes, I know today is not the 30th. The title is my attempt to mash up two familiar tropes: Friday-the-13th horror and dreading-your-30th-birthday horror. I think the concept has merit, but I'm not sure I executed it very well.
And no, despite coincidental similarities to my 37 postcards project, this piece is not autobiographical. Informed by personal experience, perhaps, but I am neither a 30-year-old woman or haunted by mailmen from hell. Just to be clear.
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