Today’s Writing 101 challenge – to write succinctly about finding a letter on a path that affects you deeply.
It is a pleasure edged with melancholy to walk though woodland on a misty morning in September. Today the melancholy seemed to seep in from the edges like the ink on the crumpled letter I found beside the path. The writing was child-like in form, a mixture of upper and lower cased letters unevenly spread across the page.
The content was at once child-like and ageless.
“You don’t love me no more. I’m going away.”
Rain dripped from the trees, like tears for all the sadnesses compressed into those few words.