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.