Writing Prompt: “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 the encounter,” using as little words as possible.
I know where this street is! I thought, my fingers tracing the smudged address in the corner of the envelope, damp with rainwater and mud.
“Will she forgive me for prowling?” I whispered, gently refolding the soiled letter riddled with the fervent contents of a dying man’s heart.
I overstepped the puddle before me that I had plucked the abandoned letter from and made haste.
No matter! This true love cannot wait!
(I tried to capture ye olden days of yore.)