Tell Me a Story – Letter in the Rain

Tell Me a Story is my way to let you have a turn to be the author!  This is the second installment, and I love what the winners wrote.

 

I found this letter on a rainy street.  It begged the questions:  Who was it from?  Who was it for?  What did it say?

 

Jessica Bernstein and Brigid Cooley submitted my favorite answers.  I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did!

 

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Anton Higgenbottom had just retrieved the mail from his mailbox. He opened the letter from his girlfriend just as the storm began to brew. In the sudden, heavy downpour, he savored the scent of Cynthia’s perfume on the stationery and the familiar loop of her handwriting. He hoped her letter would bring good news and an acceptance of his recent proposal of marriage. Unfortunately, before he could take her letter out of the envelope, he was struck by lightning. He died there, out on the street, near his mailbox. Neighbors found him and called the police. When the authorities arrived to remove his lifeless body, they failed to notice his girlfriend’s letter lying in the street. Anton would never know that Cynthia had professed her undying love and was planning to come back to him and accept his marriage proposal. Cynthia would never know why she never heard from him again. (Jessica Bernstein)

He professed his love in a letter, and the words seemed heavier than they should have been. Or at least, that’s how they seemed to me.
Maybe I could love him. Maybe I could open up to him one day in the same way he had in his letter. Maybe…well, maybe a lot of things.
My mother always said I was a wild one. She said it would take a lot to clip my wings. I never believed her…until now.
Love is supposed to be liberating, isn’t it? It isn’t supposed to make you feel like you’ve been backed into a corner. Love shouldn’t…it shouldn’t make me wring my hands together and start to feel like I couldn’t breathe. I like the way the winds of change feel against my skin. But this was more than wind.
So, I flew. My mother was right.  (Brigid Cooley)