Today’s Prompt: 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.
The park was empty, but not silent. Damp wind, of the roaring kind, had chased everyone away. But Mary, gamely struggling home against the wind, was cutting across the stretches of brown grass and sidewalks. She reached the picnic shelter, made of stone, cement, and metal. Ducking around a corner, she sat on the hard floor, breathing heavily. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw a fluttering of white against the gray and brown stone wall. She captured it with her left hand and it was an envelope. There were no markings on it and, her curiosity too great, she pulled out the folded pages.
It was a letter, written in the hand of a youth – neat but not yet fluent of stroke. The wind roared tirelessly as Mary read, “dear grama…” It spoke of summer camp and horse riding, swimming and crafts, the baby brother born and leaves frozen to the ground. The words were simple and the statements blunt, but still they held the wonder of being young. It was signed “sincerely, lots of love,” and a signature that had been practiced into perfection and was unreadable. Tears began to rise Mary’s eyes as she thought of her own “grama”, now long gone, and wished she had written such a letter to her.