The Mail

A Letter

Rane Kelze
Promptly Written

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Photo by Ranurte on Unsplash

I read the letter with excitement when it came in the mail today. It was a long month since I last heard anything. It was slow and sad, talking about the grain, the rain. Like a notice — all dry and formal. No sweet words of delight.

And there it was the divide between us. A line in a letter, cowardly.

The last line. The adieu, bowing out. Just a line in a letter.

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