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The Letter


Your letter dropped through the letter box last Tuesday, sandwiched between a brochure for a new boiler and a postcard from Spain, meant for him next door. I recognised the handwriting immediately. I haven’t opened it yet. It’s been sitting on the mantelpiece, leaning against that old clock your mother gave us as a wedding present. I can’t work out why you’ve written to me after all these years. I’m also intrigued as to how you did it, considering I killed you five years ago and buried you under the patio. Maybe I’ll open it tomorrow, see what you want.


Day 10 of my Drabble Project (100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).
Story 26.



Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

One thought on “The Letter

  1. You’re the uncontested expert! I confer the Noble Peace Prize upon you, for services rendered, in the form of simpatico-illustrated, micro fiction (drabbles) – to – not only procrastinators at work on night shift, but basically, all mankind!


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