Rubbish, the first letter
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Hello dear,
Nice weather we're having?
I hear your life has turned out grand, unlike mine...
How have you been?
This letter is a load of rubbish, atrocious. You make me jumble up my words so terribly that even if you put the alphabet in front of me, I could not even tell A from Z.
Rubbish, as I was saying, so that this piece of parchment will end up crinkled and crumpled along with the tens of others that are overflowing in my wastepaper basket.
I promise the next will be better.
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Willow
General Fiction© 2013 Astrid Hartman All Rights Reserved *Cover made by the awesome and stupendous Gracie Belle on Figment!* A man keeps in touch with his first love as time slowly makes them drift apart.