#FridayFiction 100 Word Challenge: The Letter


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.

Enjoy the wandering of my imagination with this installment of #FridayFiction 100 Word Challenge.


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  • When I was back in Texas for my 25 year high school reunion in 2012, mom, my sister and I were going through her mother’s chest in an effort to clean out items as our old house was being sold. There were a bunch of letters my grandmother had from my grandfather, written before he was killed in a training accident as an Army Air Corps flight cadet, before he knew he was going to have a daughter. I have with me a copy of the order for their wedding cake, his flight log, and the letter of condolence from Gen. Marshall.

  • rochester_veteran

    My dad died back in 2008 and my step mother has moved to an assisted living facility, so my brother and sister have been going through everything in their house to get it ready to sell. My sister found a bunch of postcards that I sent to them about my travels through Europe, little time capsules in time and reading them brought back a flood of memories from when I was a young man in my early 20s, traveling foot-loose and fancy free through Europe!