The Letter

I love this post from Merril D Smith… what do you think?

Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

I open the letter, read the words again and again. But they don’t change. They recount the battle and your acts of bravery. They describe the sudden storm, a tempest that battered your ship against the rocks, as you were journeying home to me. I had warned you not to go. I told you of my dream, where the storm clouds gathered and flew like demons, covering the moon, and you appeared beside me, cold and still, dripping, smelling of the sea, smelling of decay. I felt the pain then, clean and sharp in my breast. You laughed at my fears, called me Cassandra. Perhaps I am, for you did not believe me. I look at the ring on my finger and think of this other love-pledge you have given me, feel him flutter-kick in my womb. A son. He’ll be born in the spring. I will tell him about…

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7 Responses to The Letter

  1. will check out the original, thank for sharing Freya.

  2. I remember this one. Lovely!

  3. rivrvlogr says:

    Yes, very well done.

  4. merrildsmith says:

    Thank you so much for sharing, Freya!

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