Friday 19th September 2014.
You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
This particular challenge I am cheating a little. How I hear you say? Well the answer is, I did this 101 challenge back in June and now realise that all these challenges are a repeat of the June challenges. So far I have managed to do different ones to my last efforts. The three part story I done was called ‘The Magic Violin’ and I automatically thought of my mothers violin but decided to do another story, first was posted yesterday. But this letter challenge has confirmed a repeated challenge so far. At first I was going to post my little short one but decide to write another and this is below. Even shorter but not so good. Enjoy anyway. However I have include my first one if you are interested.
Write 101 Day 5
Leaving my neighbours house from six doors down, walking the path to the front gate, I pulled the gate open and as I walked through I noticed an envelope on the ground. A small white envelope, nothing unusual, just a plain envelope with a stamp and a name and address printed on the front. The letter looked a little tattered, edges frayed and a couple of corners open.
I turned it over and read delivery address, “Wow what are the odds on that?” I muttered to myself. The name and address was mine, and I noticed the postmark was two months old. Moving slowly towards home I tore it open with care, and like the address it was printed and had the name of a company I visited for a job interview. This letter was confirming my appointment and requested me to contact them on return to confirm start date.
Gerry A/C September 2014©
Letter 1 posted back in June.
Words – 288.
It was quiet as I walked the country lane, no vehicles on the road or in the fields. Not even the chirping of a bird was heard, the only sign of life was the bumble bee on the flower, hovering to each in turn. On this summer evening I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
It was when I came to the cross road I notice something on the ground, laying on the road in clear sight. I picked it up, an off colour cream envelope, inspection showed it was a rather old envelope, the post mark printed was faint unable to read the town or city name but I could make the year as 1917.
I read the name and address on the front, I could not believe what I was reading. Surely this is not true, what a coincidence, no it is more than a coincidence, it is fate or could it be good fortune. I opened it and read the words, one page handwriting on both sides. If I understood this letter it was not good news. I had to get it home and let my mother read it, it is what should be done the right thing to do.
Mother sat down after reading the letter twice, she opened the page again and read it for a third time. She became very emotional, tears rolled down her cheek, “This letter is from my dad telling my mum what to do if he does not come home. But he was expressing his undying love and thought for her. This was the last we ever heard from him. He was lost in combat.”
Gaa/C© June 2014