The Wistful Letter

added blog Literature

2026-08-23 06:17:47 -

The letter lay on the oak table, its paper brittle as dried skin, the ink of my own signature already beginning to bleed into the fibers like a bruise forming under skin. I had written it three times that morning, each draft a confession I was not ready to send, the weight of the pen in my hand heavier than the years I had spent cataloging the myths of the dead. Outside, the fog of Blackwood...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews