I find the letter when I'm cleaning out the dresser. It's addressed to me, but I don't recognize the elegant handwriting. The edges of the envelope have already yellowed. How long has it been here? I go to find a letter opener and open the envelope. Still, I hesitate for a moment before taking the paper out. Am I allowed, do I want to read this? My curiosity quickly wins out. "Okay, let's see," I say.
Categorie: Stories
Walking in Silence
I walked in complete silence. The crunching of the stones under my shoes sounded impossibly loud to my ears. Not even the birds chimed in, as if they could sense the mood I was in. The backpack I was wearing rubbed along the bottom of my back annoyingly, but I didn't have the energy to adjust the straps to make it tighter.