“Dear Tony” the hand written note began. I would recognise my wife’s small delicate scrawl anywhere. “I love you but I can’t carry on hurting Jim and Simone like this” So me and my best friend’s wife are being hurt? “Please don’t call or text me again” Well that might change very soon Beth I thought.
“Too late Beth” I wrote below the note. “I will call you soon to settle things, I did really love you, Jim” I carefully folded the note, this scrap of paper I had found on our driveway, placed it carefully on the dining table that had served us for most of our 12 years of married life, picked up my bags and the two air tickets for Bermuda, and headed out of the family home for the last time to pick up Simone on the way to the airport.
** Stace says: This is my day 5 assignment as part of the Writing 101 course run by WordPress. The prompt was “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.”, and the twist, “Approach this post in as few words as possible.”.
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i assume this takes place in present day, so it seems like this letter was asking to be found on purpose. funny how he was with simone while her hubby was with tony’s wife.
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Ain’t revenge a bitch 😉
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