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.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
We pass on the forested trail.
“Good morning.” She doesn’t look; a letter tumbles.
“Wait!” She runs on.
The clearing reveals a meadow’s rapture. Winter’s veil lifts.
Lily of the Valley rings a massive stone, the granite hollowed. Dampness chills. Someone else before.
Unfolding the letter I read,
It’s over.
