Four months of grueling excavation, four months of unspoken questions. Closure for them was carefully placed in a clean room. A centuries old chest was finally giving up its ghosts.
Emma ran a gloved finger over the ornate carvings as Nicholas worked carefully to lift the lid and peer inside. Leather bound books filled the interior; the smell of age, rot and old leather assaulted their noses.
Nicholas looked closer at a yellowed parchment envelope sitting upon the books. He gasped, blinked hard then stared at Emma.
Nicholas whispered in disbelief “It’s addressed to you”
“I know” Emma replied.
I recently discovered well-worn love letters from post-WW2 fading away at the bottom of an old chest. Of course, a story popped into my head as I read the letters. I like to hope letter writing is not a dying art. An email exchange will never have the same texture or human emotion bled into it as a hand written letter.
While people in the love letters pictured above are real, my Friday Fiction story is not. Alas.
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