He unfolds her letter carefully. He has read it so many times that he knows every syllable off by heart.
As he reads, the warmth of familiar words comforts him. He hears that soft voice again and smiles as he visualises her face. He has that memory, frozen in time forever. He can go back every time he reads it.
He lovingly re-folds it, replaces it in the envelope and seals it with a gentle kiss.
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“How could Dad have hoarded so much? – straight on the fire.” Tongues of flame begin to lick the paper….
Written by Peter Larsen
Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.