I floundered about, attempting to decide what to write about today. After some thought, I was able to create this little piece of fiction, inspired by Fandango’s FOWC – “folded”. A warning — this fiction piece is not very cheery.
Lea folded the letter and held it up to take another sniff of the fading perfume. She closed her eyes, recalling the last time she smelled that particular aroma. It was 15 years ago. Sandra loved that perfume. She wore it almost everyday after Lea had gifted it to her.
Lea carefully put the letter back into the envelope. She turned the envelope over and read the date. She still found it unfathomable that 15 years had passed since Sandra had sent that letter. The last letter she would ever send to her. The ache in Lea’s heart grew with each beat.
Why did she put herself through this, she wondered. She found herself opening that letter and re-reading Sandra’s last words to her every year a few days before…, she did not want to think about what came next.
She looked around the living room. Pictures of her and Sandra hung on the walls. With a sigh, she returned the letter to the drawer it had been concealed in for 15 years.
Moments later, Sandra walked into the room, her dog, Princess Lea, following close behind. The dog let out a tiny whimper.
“Yes, Princess. You’re right. It seems our spectral friend has made her yearly visit.”
Sandra and Princess Lea approached the desk and she opened the drawer. The letter, still sealed within its envelope, sat in the same spot it sat in for 15 years. Sandra felt a pang of sadness, thinking that Lea never had a chance to read it. Lea would never know how much she loved her.
This post was inspired by Fandango’s FOWC and Darswords Floundering February.
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