She opens the dusty wooden box. A keepsake filled with memories etched on fine paper.
Trembling, she gently takes the yellowed page.
Moments, thoughts, feelings preserved for eternity. Suddenly she is young again, a wartime sweetheart, running to collect the mail. From America. From HIM.
Breathlessly she opens it. Her fingers caress the smooth, delicate paper and she begins reading. Slowly, carefully, she savours each word. “I love you. One day, my darling.”
A tear trickles down her parchment cheek. Thoughts of what might have been. Years, distance, lives that came between them.
A day that never came.
Written by Peter Larsen
Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.