I'll set the scene for you;
The room was black as night (perhaps because it was night) and there lay a teenage girl drifting off to the haunting place most often referred to as sleep. But a shadow passed across her face as she remembered that today was thursday and that meant she had forgotten to do her Theme Thursday post! So she then lay there pondering the topic of 'draft' and what she could formulate to write upon for such a topic. She was about to give up as sleep became more and more prominent on her mind (indeed, much more so than 'draft'), but then the two ideas merged upon her realisation that she had once, many moons ago, written a draft letter to someone, and that letter now resided under her bed, unfinished and unwanted.
I am unwilling to post that letter here, but I will speak of it to you, or I feel I shall leave you with far too many unanswered questions!
It was a sparkling spring day, in the year just past, whereupon she found herself in her room, thinking about her beau. She decided to embark upon the act of penning him a letter to tell him how she felt. They had only been courting for two weeks and yet already she knew that one day she would love him. She was not good with words in person but she worked magic with a pen and so she set about her task... Three stops and starts later (and rather a few pieces of paper strewn about the room by this point), she had an initial draft.
But beware, this tale does not have a happy ending, most likely caused by the fact that it was real life, and real life is far from a fairy tale.
The room was black as night (perhaps because it was night) and there lay a teenage girl drifting off to the haunting place most often referred to as sleep. But a shadow passed across her face as she remembered that today was thursday and that meant she had forgotten to do her Theme Thursday post! So she then lay there pondering the topic of 'draft' and what she could formulate to write upon for such a topic. She was about to give up as sleep became more and more prominent on her mind (indeed, much more so than 'draft'), but then the two ideas merged upon her realisation that she had once, many moons ago, written a draft letter to someone, and that letter now resided under her bed, unfinished and unwanted.
I am unwilling to post that letter here, but I will speak of it to you, or I feel I shall leave you with far too many unanswered questions!
It was a sparkling spring day, in the year just past, whereupon she found herself in her room, thinking about her beau. She decided to embark upon the act of penning him a letter to tell him how she felt. They had only been courting for two weeks and yet already she knew that one day she would love him. She was not good with words in person but she worked magic with a pen and so she set about her task... Three stops and starts later (and rather a few pieces of paper strewn about the room by this point), she had an initial draft.
But beware, this tale does not have a happy ending, most likely caused by the fact that it was real life, and real life is far from a fairy tale.
i have a few of those letters...and i imagine they were better left unsent...
ReplyDeleteoh yes definitely!! very relieved i never sent it!
ReplyDeletewow,
ReplyDeletecool post,
you are brave and honest!